Qianye Kung frantically dragged Lu Yin's consciousness. He felt that he could pull it. This person was too arrogant. Although he was gifted, in terms of consciousness, even the Eternals, except for that monster, no one could surpass him. He continued to bombard him.
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Lu Yin is getting weaker and weaker, and he might faint even if he looks at him.
Next to her, a woman with long pink hair clenched her fist: "Harder, harder."
The heavy ghost shouted: "Bump him, bump him."
Chapter completed!