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... ng flames burst from the mouth of the demon fox before it could sever Fang Zhou's arm, the explosive force shattering its brain upwards and piercing its lungs downwards through its throat.

Flames shot out from its mouth, nostrils, and ears, turning the fox's head into a burning torch.

After releasing the Fireball Technique, Fang Zhou hurriedly pulled his arm out, but was not faster than the explosion's force, leaving his forearm bloodied and completely numb.

The demon fox ...

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