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... uthless character. Ordinary existences would not dare to target the fairies like this.

Various cities in the Fairy Continent were currently like hell on earth.

Among them, the stronger living beings had a slightly stronger resistance to the blood-colored aura in the divine blood bead. On the other hand, the weaker living beings basically had no resistance.

As the ruler of the Fairy Continent’s City of Fairies, the Fairy Empress naturally noticed such a huge phenomenon on ...

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