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A few breaths later.
In the center of the hall, a burly and ferocious figure appeared, his body covered with malevolent ghost, Asura, and demon patterns, emitting a terrifying aura of immense strength, as if he were a demon god who had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, making people dare not look directly at him.
"Gentlemen, I have found Zhang Jing's location. Have you gathered enough Copper Coins by bribing the City Lord's Mansion? There's no time to lose; it would be best to hand them over to me quickly."
The Four-armed Rakshasa spoke indifferently, his expression as undisturbed as an ancient well.
Opposite him sat five figures in silence, who were none other than the Nightmare Corpse, Yingquan King, and three others, who had vanished without a trace for decades.
As soon as his voice fell.
