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"Yang, I hope to see you later!"

The emperor's tone was calm. He didn't care about the heavenly suppression King's double Body Fusion, he wanted to fight the sun god more.

Unfortunately, the cunning sun god did not appear at all.

The Heavenly King suppression's two bodies started to merge. However, he did not have the intention to fight and just dawdled.

The Emperor God said calmly.

The Heavenly King was not flustered.

Who was in a hurry to di ...

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