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Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

    

r these spirits appeared, they surprisingly attached themselves to the outside of each black bronze robe, as if they had put on a layer of armor!At a glance, more than ten figures clad in black bronze...in Demon's soul!“Kid, don't listen to his bragging. Now you guys get out of here, and I might spare your lives. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!”The corpse threatened Chen Ping!Let me kno...