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... nd asked unhappily,

“Hey Adam, what are you doing?”

The mysterious man named Adam turned his head and revealed half of his face. He slowly said,

!!

“Lucy, didn’t you see? Heaven used his ability to enlarge and cover the entire area just a few seconds ago. He could have attacked Lin Ye, but he only attacked his summoned creatures and deliberately left a gap… And you don’t think this is a fake match?”

Lucy didn’t reply.

She wanted to retort, but she ...

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