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... cold sweat.
If it were an ordinary second limit, they would have perished like fallen Bodhi leaves!
Looking down at Meng Chuan, Liao Huo slowly extends his left hand, reversing the void.
A massive cloud is forcibly drawn to him, squeezed into a running elephant in his hand.
With tusks and large ears, unchanged is a body clad in dragon-scale armor.
"Second move."
The sound of dragon and elephant is like a stone tossed into a lake, stirring ripples ...
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