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"Little Tiger, hurry up. This bird grandpa's primordial spirit is not as strong as this ghost!" Wang Xiaohu did not reply. He only placed one hand on the back of the bird and extended his other hand towards the Netherflame Ghost Flame.

With a single finger, the flow of time around the Netherflame Ghost Flame seemed to slow down!

"Phew …"

At the same time