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Chapter 2,207: Death Formation

    

are all soldiers. All those buried here are my comrades. We were killed by the little devils…"Chen Ping listened, the flames in his hand instantly extinguished. It seemed his guess was right; these pe...ower, even the sunlight from the sky was absorbed. Soon, dark clouds covered the sun, and the sky darkened.Feeling this pressure, Zhao Wujis body thudded to the ground with a plop. The immense pressur...