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Seeing the startling numbers on the panel, Chu Feng fell into silence.
"No, where are my original 1685 Attribute Points?"
"How come there are only 1255 left now?"
"Did the dogs eat them!?"
"Such a sin!"
Chu Feng took a deep breath, his heart aching with twitches.
That was a whole four hundred plus Attribute Points, the precious Attribute Points that could strengthen him and save his life!
In just this one battle, a quarter of them got grind away?!
He couldn't help but collapse on the bed like a salted fish, his eyes radiating bone-deep resentment.
Those bastards from the Evil Cult and the Demon Clan, you'd better never fall into my hands!
Otherwise, I'll make sure you regret not being a stain on the wall from birth!
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Putting aside the distressing consumption of Attribute Points, Chu Feng noticed that after this battle, the "Martial Dao True Meaning" on his panel had increased by 2%.
