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Lucien was half asleep and half awake right now. He felt that everything around him was floating, and all the sounds were extremely far away, as if they had reached his ears after passing through countless worlds.

Therefore, after the unusual and pained voice of 'Arvin' entered Lucien's ears, it took him several seconds before he realized what was going on.

"The Sun's Corona?"

"Arvin, the Godly Eye, knows the Sun's Corona?"

"Also, he is acting so abnormal and creepy!"

Countless spells seemed to be bursting out inside Lucien's sluggish head. A quake from the deepest part of his soul spread out and restored his consciousness briefly. He asked in a shivering, feeble voice of disbelief: "Mr… Maskelyne?"

"Ahhhhhh!" The moment he heard the name Maskelyne, Arvin covered his head and screamed miserably, as if he were struggling in the greatest agony.