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Constellation Force (Dark)*13000

Celestial Realm Spirit*8000

Cosmos Realm Enlightenment*7500

Imperial-Level Dark Talent*7500

Devil Transformation*1000

Devil Armor*1200

Dark Domain*4000

Devil Armor Divine Scripture*2000

The attribute bubbles merged into Wang Teng’s mind. He was overjoyed.

Wealthy fellow!

The mid-tier devil emperor dropped many attribute bubbles. As expecte ...

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