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... suddenly rose from Han Feiyu's body.

Han Feiyu felt that he was different.

His life was surpassing, and he was rapidly rising to an incomprehensible level.

God consists of two parts.

One is the perfect life form.

The other is thinking.

The ignition of the magical fire and the integration of two spatial energies brought him an improvement in the level of life, but there was not much change in his thoughts.

Even so, Han Feiyu has undergone tremendo ...

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