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"Robe?"
Jiang Fan's imperial crown and beaded curtains had long ceased to exist. He was secretly sensing the aura dissipating from that pitch-black "curtain cloth," feeling as if he was gaining insight into the numerous demon realms beyond the heavens.
Billions of malevolent and vile thoughts transformed into countless torrents of spiritual energy, seeking to penetrate his Spirit Sea of Consciousness via his exploring consciousness.
Jiang Fan's gaze suddenly shattered, and a vacant expression appeared on his face.
In his daze, he saw ancient Demon Gods of all shapes and sizes, towering thousands of feet tall, carrying evil Demon Instruments as big as mountains, talking and laughing while striding boldly towards him.
Just one glance at the troop formed by multiple ancient Demon Gods and he was mentally shattered, his spirit immediately overrun.
