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... Crack Crack…


Li Fuchen’s body appeared with countless tiny cracks. Through those cracks, there was a destructive aura seeping out.


Visible to the eyes, the region surrounding Li Fuchen was filled with small bubbles.


The small bubbles were illusory and extraordinary.


“The calamity power produced by the destruction of the universe is truly incredible.”


As huge amounts of pure calamity power entered his body, Li Fuchen naturally comprehended more c ...

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

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His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

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She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

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“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.