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... owers also evolved more than before. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult for Jiang Liushi to find the rebar zombies at a glance and complete the series of movements such as moving the muzzle, aiming, and shooting at a glance.

Although it was just a shooting action, Jiang Liushi used all the achievements of the current body evolution.

Because of this, Zhang Ye and Hawkeye felt incredible. Such a thing is difficult for Jiang Liushi before the evolution of blood, how can they a ...

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