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... se his mental power is liquid, which can be said to be better than half. The spiritual power of the giant black soul is more than several times stronger. ""

The only regret is that Xie Aoyu couldn't fully mobilize.

His realm is too far away from the semi-giant. Don't look at the difference between the mid-level and the semi-giant. There is only a gap between the top and the semi-giant. However, to be able to enter the semi-giant from the upper level of Tongtian, it requires great w ...

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