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... erness covered with ice and snow, the Source Demon stood like a sharp and exposed spear, its murderous aura piercing the sky.

"Huff! Huff, huff!"

In this demon realm that harmonized with His Great Tao, pieces of the world, smooth as mirrors, were born from the stimulation of His Devil Breath.

Each piece of this mirror-like world corresponded to an individual that He had refined, including Yuan Hui.

"Even an avatar can seize control!"

With a light shout fro ...

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