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Even though the murmurs of the Ancient God couldn't be understood, the hesitation, terror, shock, and incomprehensibility within its words were conveyed thoroughly.
"Sweating bullets, aren't you, Lao Di."
Zhou Li, united as one with his mecha, gave a devilishly charming smile. The Evil Puppeteer Great Hammer and the Scorpion Demon Long Sword in his hands glittered resplendently under the sunlight, while Tang Wan behind him seemed as out of place as a trafficked child. Yet at this moment, everything somehow felt so natural.
The Stone Monk slung over Zhu Qianyun's shoulder was as shocked by the scene before him as he would be to discover that the White Snake's goal in reviving an Ancient God was to drain it. The problem was the White Snake's goal was unlikely to be so abstract, but this abstract unity of Zhou Li had indeed been born out of reality.
