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... d at Owen, then looked up at the massive face in the sky and spoke, "Great deity, this man is a genius of the demon race. He has inherited the Demon King's treasure and the demon race's most precious artifacts!"

"Despicable human! You'll die a terrible death!" Owen cursed, trying to flee.

Crack!

A terrifying bolt of lightning split the sky, striking Owen directly.

Boom!

The earth trembled with a deafening roar, and everything around was instantly reduced t ...

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