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... ical pupils, the blood-red mist surrounded him like souls submitting to him.
He felt as if his nerves had been severed and then instantly resurrected, the immense spirituality pouring out during this process like molten lava, boiling with it, making his scorching blood flow faster.
In his vertical pupils, the torn void was reflected, and the black-robed woman who walked out of the black hole.
That kind of gaze was indifferent yet curious, as if overlooking ants.
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