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Actually, after the Spiritual Space reaches level 4, the Spirit Master can directly use spiritual power to form a contract with a Spiritual Beast, but using the soul contract as an aid can still significantly improve the success rate of the contract.

As Chen Mo’s spiritual power surged, countless white specks of light flowed from the soul contract.

These light specks surged towards Chen Mo and the Li ...

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

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