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This Is An Insult To Yours Truly's Style!

編輯: Hitesh_

Those rescuers that had appeared did not have weak cultivation states. In fact, a white-robed man, who was wielding a longsword, had a cultivation state that was way higher than the leader of those ancient race tribesmen.

By the looks of it, this operation should go pretty smoothly.

However, Lin Fan was wary about one thing. If the ancient race tribesmen were killed each time some people ascended, wouldn’t that be too fake?

"But something’s off. No matter how dumb the ancient race tribesmen may be, they couldn’t possibly allow the thousands of races out there to succeed each and every time, right?" Lin Fan surveyed from the dark, observing the scene carefully.

"Eh? The ancient race tribesmen seem to be really calm." Lin Fan observed the expressions on their faces. It was starkly different from the shock they had shown when he himself was rescued back then. They seemed extremely relaxed, as though everything was under their control.

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