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... et Realm: Heretics Must Die!

"I'll explain the mission for Secret Realm No. 7 first!"

Old Liu suddenly said, "In Secret Realm No. 7, what you'll face won't be monsters, but various heretical humans!"

Hearing the word heretic, Chen Ye's eyes flickered.

He recalled helping Qin Muyin complete the mission in Secret Realm No. 30. In that pirate world, they had encountered someone defined by the secret realm as a heretic.

The so ...

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