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With Bian Yan's tactic, each of the sable phantom's eyes shot out a yellow light, hitting the "*" character, the "*" character quickly told the truth, and then cracks appeared and were torn apart.

The golden flames swept in, the heat wave was monstrous, and the void was twisted and deformed.

Bian Yan tapped her finger lightly, and the khaki shield greeted her.

As time passed, Bian Yan's face slowly turned pale, and it became more and more difficult to cope.

After half an hour, another "

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