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... ople were all fanatics of the First Human race. They roared, “The gods have already descended, yet you are still spouting nonsense and slandering the gods! We will not fall for it. No one will believe that Mad King’s slander of the gods. You will be punished by the gods!”


“The Mad King will receive the harshest punishment when the gods are angry! You, the lackeys of the Human King, will also be punished by the heavens!”


Su Han’s army did not say anything else. They looked ...

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