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... ng?" At the front of the group, Oscar suddenly stopped Ning Rongrong, his eyes sharp with vigilance.
Having spent the past few years in the northern wilderness, hunting soul beasts with a small team, he had become an expert in survival. Just moments ago, he had faintly detected breathing sounds from the forest ahead—soft, but unmistakable amidst the marching of nearly ten thousand soul masters.
"Huh? No?" Ning Rongrong blinked, then turned to the Sword Douluo. "Grandpa Sword, did ...
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