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The three black men and their familiars were now back in the ruins of the city. Even though they were no strangers to death, none of them were in the mood to talk, especially after seeing their comrades being turned into frozen popsicles.

Despite being completely frozen, the corpses, which were laid out in the car under a camouflage tarp, still exuded a faint smell of decay in the air.

"We're lucky to still be alive," said one of them, frowning and letting out a sigh. "Who knew that such a powerful trainer existed in the Huaxia region? I don't think someone like that even exists in the African region."

"What about Kokang's Lion King?" asked one of his companions.

"I don't think even the Lion King would be a match for the likes of him," said Ciwey grimly.