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"…" Seeing that there were no words on the system interface, Han Zhao scratched his head helplessly.
The Pure Yang True Qi in his body was too strong now. He could not even sense a small amount of Yin energy in his body.
There was probably not a single drop left in the system.
Right! It was time to collect the spoils of war again.
Han Zhao picked up the black halberd on the ground.
It was quite heavy! It weighed about 40 to 50 catties.
"Huh?!"
Han Zhao's expression changed. He realized that there was a throbbing feeling like a human pulse coming from the halberd.
Immediately after, a consciousness seemed to be constantly tempting him.
It was as if he was saying, "Submit and I'll give you strength."
"A mere trash divine weapon wants to be my master? Dream on!"
Han Zhao sneered.