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... s still gloomy, with a hint of chilliness.

A round bloody moon hung high above the Xuan Qiong, plunging the entire scene into silence. The people, against the backdrop of the blood moon, looked like devout believers.

Meanwhile, the power on Han Ye was dissipating rapidly. His Immovable Rakshasa Body morphed to its pale, thin self, and his strength quickly plunged to the level of the Golden Core.

The Golden Core, not yet fully repaired, could not sustain the use of its Form f ...

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