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Mo Yan only felt that he was on the verge of being buried here, looking at the several violent wolves in front of him. He was so scared that he closed his eyes and didn't dare to look. The wolves "whimpered" a few times, but couldn't hold back any longer, one of the wolves lunged forward, his strong qi carrying the smell of blood. His front paws raised, and his sharp claws fell as if they were steel nails. That Eight Star Illusionist hurriedly raised his sword against <br />