The president was startled by Qi Yuan’s sinister smile. For a moment, he felt as if the thirty-six pig slaves were also grinning at him in the same way. An inexplicable fear rose in his heart. It was fear of the unknown. 0

He roared desperately, "Four Heaven-Conquering Generals. Attack! Kill him!" 0

Only those four could give him some sense of safety. They launched endless destruction and death on Qi Yuan. Each had once been a peerless powerhouse destined to reach Yang Spirit level. Yet they had died resisting the Great Calamity. Even in death, their corpses were desecrated and turned into puppets.0

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