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... >Dao Venerate Fu Min killed a total of 3,000 monarchs, there should be about 2,000 monarchs that survived that era…. So where are their monarch races?

If there are about 2,000 of them remaining, there should be another 2,000 monarch races! Where are they? Why are they not around? Does this mean that many of them are already killed and the rest had to go into hiding to stay alive? They too, do not wish to become one of the bigger fish that are preyed upon by ancient beings like Yuan Ya Deit ...

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