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... s still resisting the attacks flying down at that beautiful land.


A lonely figure was still persevering.


"I can't hold it…"


He had a bitter smile on his face.


Outside the Universe Magic Pool, there were a few dozen New Gods!


He was certain that if he fought them one at a time in duels, he would be able to get rid of most of them.


But now he was alone.


Eric died in battle, the South Guardian, who was also known as ...

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