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"Click... click..."
Yan Lanting's old face was ashen, devoid of any blood, with his throat swallowing frantically, yet unable to stop the crimson blood plasma oozing from the corners of his lips.
The blood quickly soaked his lapel, but the old man clutched Shen Yi's hem tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, as if using the last ounce of strength.
The three Generals of Southern Defense were severely injured.
In the vast Glazed Prefecture and the expansive Great Nan Continent, in the face of this enormous creature, there was no one left to stand in its way.
Under such circumstances, Yan Lanting actually wanted to prevent Shen Yi from stepping forward.
Only by truly experiencing the power of the Southern Emperor could one realize how scant those ancient texts' snippets about him really are.
This monster is beyond the power of humans!
