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It was either you die or I perish!
Fury, extreme rage, a murderous intent soared to the heavens, only blood could extinguish her boundless fury.
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In a certain conference room, eight factions sat solemnly.
Eight Grand Lords sat around a round conference table.
Ouyang Pojun, Zhao Siyi, and Wu Zhaoyi leaned against each other, their expressions serious, but there was a hint of excitement in their eyes.
They had endured the cunning old crone for countless years, and now they could finally bare their fangs and kill her. How could they not be excited?
Moreover, this time, the old crone's elite army had already lost a million troops, and over ten thousand Fifth-Tier Epics had perished.
Her vital energy was severely damaged.
And now, with so many of them united in rebellion, as long as they were careful, they had nothing to fear from the old crone's remaining forces.
