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... e beings, the massive fireball created by the Wrathful God Luo's mana suddenly contracted and disappeared as if into thin air.

Immediately after, they saw the figures of Fang Wang, Supreme Saint, and Fang Jing. Meanwhile, Wrathful God Luo landed on the steps of the Heavenly Dao.

The aura of Wrathful God Luo had completely dissipated, his physical body covered with stone-like cracks, with wisps of grey vapor seeping out of the crevices. He shook all over, unable to believe as he l ...

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