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It was him.
He was the man who took over as the leader of the "Order Camp" after Mo Ren Di died.
The one who once, clad in armor, single-handedly blocked the scythe of the Death Knight wandering the wilderness and bought time for his companions to escape.
"I didn't expect to meet Brother Hou at this time."
Yi Lin, reminiscing the evenly matched battle between Lu Hou and the Death Knight, felt a wave of emotion but pretended it was their first meeting and shook hands.
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Zhao Yulong had surrounded Cangyang City.
The sky was beginning to brighten.
Having just completed a set of fist exercises for warm-up, Mo Ren Di exhaled a long breath of hot air, forming a dense mist that did not dissipate.
"About time."
In an instant, Mo Ren Di's wrinkled face turned icy and stern.
At the moment Mo Ren Di uttered these four words,
the air around seemed to solidify suddenly.
It felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing on everyone's chest, making it difficult to breathe.