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... ss fire clouds scattered around it. In an instant, the entire sky was dyed fiery red.

In the rolling fire clouds, there were countless sounds roaring angrily as if they were the deities in the sky who were punishing the earth!

The doppelgangers of the ancient flower demon raised their heads in horror. They had a sharp sense of danger.

Although they had gigantic life force as their sources of recovery, and they were not afraid of destruction, they were afraid of the elemen ...

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