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... hiliocosm that could even trace back to the origins of the ten thousand races. However, when they were said by the black-robed man, they sounded extremely nonchalant, as though they were daily affairs.

The black-robed man said, “Humans are innately weak and have ordinary bloodlines and physiques. They don’t have the claws of ferocious beasts or the divine strength of the Dragon Elephant. When they were first created, they were ranked at the bottom of the ten thousand races and weren’t th ...

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