Chapter 793 Black Eagle Cliff

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Sure enough, in the next moment, nearly a hundred figures rose and landed around, surrounded by the spirits of the people in Qingweimen.

quack! Quack! Quack!

A sad, shrill voice came from the mouths of the black birds beneath the crowd, which resembled Eagles but had an ugly...

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