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... more people to move forward.

In an organized way, two thousand people were split into ten groups and sent through the passage one after another.

After each group entered, they checked for any losses to make sure there weren’t any traps waiting on the other side.

Mo Hao was placed in the second-to-last group.

Even though he was called a waste because he relied on pills to get stronger, Mo Hao had still reached the Transcendence realm, making him somewhat useful.

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