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Amidst speaking, Mu Qingqing held the snow-white marten and flew toward Ye Chen.
"A girl's voice?"
Listening to the charming voice coming over, Ye Chen was startled.
He had considered the possibility that Heavenly Saint might be driving these high and mid-rank Demon Kings from behind, but he never expected to hear such a young voice.
When Mu Qingqing, holding the snow-white marten, came into Ye Chen's view, he was even more bemused.
The young girl in front of him seemed even younger than him—not at all like a Heavenly Saint, but clearly exuding the early stage aura of the Spirit Sea Realm.
Could it be that this young girl was driving the eighteen Demon Kings to encircle him?
Impossible, right?
Ye Chen's gaze then shifted to the snow-white marten cradled in the girl's arms, and with this look, a bright light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes!
