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... A thought crossed his mind, causing his pupils to dilate. "The Kirin Clan!?"

The Kirin Clan, like the Moon Demon Clan, was one of the imperial families native to the Moon Demon Domain. They were blessed by space itself, gifted with an innate mastery of spatial power.

After the Kirin Clan's God Emperor fell to the Supreme Demonic Sword, the Heavenly Demon God Emperor of that era nearly annihilated their entire race. They had faded into obscurity for generations. Yet now, against a ...

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