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Outside Eleven City.
Wang Hao jumped down from the Black Dragon spaceship, then grabbed the power device and stored it in the system backpack in one smooth motion.
Suddenly, an old voice sounded behind Wang Hao, "Are you Wang Hao!?"
"Who!!"
Wang Hao suddenly turned around, guarded, only to see an elderly man with white hair inspecting him up and down.
"Wang Hao, come with the old man!"
At this moment, Withered Demon's face twisted as he charged at Wang Hao with bloodshot eyes.
The white-haired elder's eyes suddenly widened, emitting a dazzling cold light, "Already heavily wounded, yet still unaware of death!"
"Ling Jiang!!" Withered Demon's pupils shrank suddenly, his body came to a halt, warily eyeing the white-haired elder named Ling Jiang.
"Withered Demon, it's not easy for the interstellar federation to produce a Martial Emperor, you should leave!" Ling Jiang waved his hand.
