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... naware of the fight which was about to erupt across the continent, Li Yiming remained solely focused on the portal opening up in front of him.


"Why are you here?" Li Yiming looked at the golden barrier that Sai Gao erected and asked.


"I had some kind of premonition, so I came here with Sai Gao," Fu Bo answered. With all of the unexpected turn of events, he was beginning to somewhat regret coming to the place.


"We're here for ...

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