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"What does this mean?!"
As the Divine Waste frowned, it hadn’t managed to do anything when it suddenly felt its body becoming obscure, like a rusted machine, extremely difficult to manipulate, and permeated with numerous Deep Crimson Streams.
"Old Days Shackles!"
Mousie’s voice sounded, the corrupting power erupted inside its body, a large number of Root Tendrils burst forth, entwined together, firmly sealing and plunging its soul into a brief Silence.
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