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... marching made the disciples of the eight clans a little overwhelmed, so they made some adjustments here to recharge their batteries.
At this moment, in the middle of the camp, by a bonfire.
Wu Lao is staring at the flame in front of him, his face is gloomy.
The surrounding mysterious powerhouses looked gloomy and silent.
Dark red flames swayed back and forth on their faces.
After a long time, a middle-aged man broke the silence.
"Mr. Wu, this Yaoling an ...
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