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Red Port Tide Lane.
A group of people with skin mottled like poisonous snakes were nestled in a stone chamber.
Among them was a man with a face like a lizard, his pupils golden, maintaining a bizarre stance.
"Keeping this thing is a curse, the moment the tyrant tiger armor comes, our entire tribe will be wiped out!" a robed Poison Sub-human holding a long staff said.
"Even if we give it back, the tyrant tiger armor might not spare us," the Poison Sub-human with golden eyes said.
"Why not take this thing to the Divine Realm, after all, the tyrant tiger armor can't distinguish our races. If the tyrant tiger armor enters the Divine Realm, its power will be suppressed by the Nuwa God End. We might have a chance to kill it," another purple-red Poison Sub-human suggested.
"That's a good idea, I'll contact the Longevity Envoy now and have them find a way to get us into the Divine Realm..."
