As expected.

Less than a stick of incense.

The thousands of genius disciples of the Qingyun Sect who entered the Void Realm this time all died!

The shadows were not a single casualty.

In the face of such a record, the temperature seems quite satisfied.

"Report to the lord."

"Annihilate the enemy."

"My lord's command."

The nine shadows clenched their fists and bowed to the temperature, while Shadow Baier took the initiative to report.

Looking at the nine shadows in front of him, his face was slightly pale, obvious

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