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... ve you one last chance."

"Cough...cough, I'll give it to you."

Zhao Hao blushed and said with difficulty.

Bai Bing put him down, "If you can't open it for three minutes, just die."

Zhao Hao felt cold all over. He really had a feeling that if he didn't open the Fallen Immortal Prison within three minutes, he would probably be killed by Bai Bing.

Damn!

Why is this guy so strong? Simply outrageous.

I underestimated him.

He decisively took out ...

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The aura recovered, and the spirits ran rampant.

Qiao Yuan picked up “Eternal Dragon Slayer”

【Simplified system loading】

【Scan to “Lion’s Roar”】

【Simplifying…】

[Simplify success… lion’s roar = big roar]

ha~

Qiao Yuan opened his mouth and yawned

[Lion Roar Skill Proficiency +1]

………………

In the distance, a lurking seventh-order Variant Spirit is slowly approaching.

Roar!

The Variant Spirit made a roar!

Qiao Yuan opened his eyes and looked directly at the alien spirit.

“What are you calling!”

“I ask you, what’s your dog’s name!”

………………

The oppression of death strikes

The alien spirit shivered and knelt on the ground.

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