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... also his own changes.

  But I didn't rush to check it at that time, but accumulated it.

  After he sacrificed the last Tier 4 corpse, he finally ushered in a qualitative change.

   Advanced!

  Name: [Art Tavel (Zhuang Zhou)]

  Status: 【Health】

   Occupation: [Demon Warlock]

   Class: 【2】

  Bloodline: [Abyss (0.03%), Human (89.97%), Darkness (10%)]

Attributes: strength [30 (23+7)], agility [27.5 (24.5+3)], physical strength [34.5 (34 ...

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