《The Great Ruler》Chapter 1176 - The Final Victor
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Chapter 1176 - The Final Victor
A golden lustre spread throughout this region and Garuda was extremely terrified. He watched as the massive hand pierced through space and appear above him.
The speed of that hand was indescribable; furthermore, Garuda could feel that the space had been frozen by the golden hand, which also meant that he could no longer escape.
Fear covered Garuda’s face as he yelled, “I admit defeat!”
However, the golden palm briefly paused, which allowed Garuda to immediately took out a jade stone and he was about to crush it; it was an item given to him by the Palace Master which he could use to escape by crushing it.
But at that...
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