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Zuo Mo’s scalp pricked, the green strand in his hand vibrating relentlessly. When the white shadows were struck by the green strand, they immediately exploded.


Bam bam bam!


With every explosion, a strange power would pass to Zuo Mo’s wrist from the green strand. The frequent and eerie power battered at Zuo Mo like waves.


Zuo Mo’s heart shook. His physical body was so strong yet he felt as though he couldn’t keep a grip on the green strand!

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