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... and slit their right hand.

Then they pressed their palm against the surface of the bronze bell.

Their blood was absorbed by the pitch-black arm through the bronze bell.

In the blink of an eye, these figures collapsed to the ground, turning into mummies.

However, the pitch-black arm covered by the bronze bell seemed to have gained life.

The black aura within it became more surging, as if it were about to burst out at any moment!

Cracks gradually ap ...

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