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... ent Immortal, presiding over the Netherworld, lifted his brush dripping with ink and marked four strokes.
The four strokes of ink fell on different positions of Su Helian’s ten-zhang Primordial Spirit Golden Body, dense as if they were dark moles that could not be dispersed!
Impossible to erase, to shake off, to remove!
It was as though they adorned the very soul!
An unprecedented feeling of horror exploded in Su Helian’s mind, like a god in control of death, bran ...
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