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Sleepless City.
Master Jin looked at the scene before him and doubted whether he had fallen into a dream.
In the sky, those people were standing upright.
Thirty-two Golden Cores?
One by one, these seemingly frail and ill individuals—from the outside they still looked like invalids—but standing tall, the intimidation they radiated, along with the celestial phenomena of the Golden Cores above their heads, unmistakably demonstrated their true combat prowess!
He gazed at these people in astonishment, watching the unmatched intimidation, and then fell silent.
Thirty-two individuals, some holding blood-red swords, others wielding blood-colored magical treasures, all gazed coldly at him like wolves who had spotted a sheep.
How could this be possible?
How could it not be possible?
