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A soft whisper sounded in his ear.
"Here they come, right here."
In an instant, Yang Mingli’s hair stood on end. Since becoming the General of Southern Defense, it had been years since someone had been able to approach him so silently.
Tribulation power burst from his entire body, instinctively wanting to turn around and look.
However, that pole pressed down on Yang Mingli’s shoulder, a plain and ordinary object somehow pinning a formidable Third G ...
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