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... which prompted her to look outside.

There, she saw the black arm that dragged them to this place slinking back towards the dark cave.

The way the black arm moved made Fang Yu realize that this arm really came from Solomon himself.

“Hmph, that was a nice… ride you gave us.” Fang Yu said scornfully. She then stood up as fighting intent appeared on her eyes. She waved her hands, bringing the slumbering Tang Li inside her storage.

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