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But have.

A first-class beast mount.

Curse of destruction with the soul beast family.

No matter which one Xiaoya draws.

Pretty good for humans.

And the soul beast family.

Most soul beasts.

Gradually received the order to declare war on mankind.

Although the challenger in the Canyon of Kings.

Temporarily unable to return to the outside world.

But still feel the pressure.

If it is the challenger who was the last ...

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