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If there were a Heart Core willing to dig out Pacquiao's thoughts at this moment, then the sky above Xinquan would likely be filled with question marks, endless and boundless.
What the hell is going on, where did this mad dog come from?
Pacquiao was originally overlooking the battlefield, observing its changes, when suddenly a chill swept over the back of his head—
Just a moment ago, they were at each other's throats, now out of nowhere, a bizarre figure rushed in, shouting things like 'Don't hurt my father, Old Deng, prepare to die'...
Its lethality wasn't much, but damn, it was terrifying!
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, it was upon him, then an axe halberd, a spear, two heavy swords swung towards his forehead. Not only that, a hand wielding a sickle attempted a sneak attack, while another pulled a revolver from its holster, unloading the chamber in an instant!
Suddenly, it was as if six people attacked simultaneously, their ferocity and cruelty opening everyone's eyes.
