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... ter the Golden Roc got over his shock, he let out a resentful cry and swooped down again. He launched a fierce attack on Yang Ling. In the beginning, he was just probing his opponent’s power, and he didn’t use even half of his power. But now, he realized that Yang Ling’s power had risen greatly, and he didn’t hesitate any longer. He gritted his teeth and made an all-out effort. His body shone with black radiance, and a strong black armor was formed atop his dense scales.


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