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... hose souls down, now there is a little abnormal It seems that the power of thunder and lightning in the body seems to be uncontrolled, and it starts to spread out, and at the same time, the breath becomes extremely unstable.

Crackling!

The resentful thunder originally came in with a sense of destruction. Just after swallowing up the soul of the fire phoenix, it seemed that the sage had become more enlightened, and even realized the danger, gave birth to the meaning of wanting to es ...

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