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... dn’t maintain it for long.


“Haha, that’s right… unfortunately, you won’t be able to maintain it for long. Even if you can maintain the Heavenly Dao Reincarnation state, you still won’t be able to kill me. How can you hope to defeat me now in your original state?” The God of Nature smiled at Ye Qingtang.


Ye Qingtang remained silent.


“Although your potential is great, the speed at which you absorb the Heavenly Dao energy is just too slow,” the God of Nature continued. ...

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