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Chapter 1101

Chapter 1101

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If those Soul Tools on the howling-wind positions could not blow away the poisonous mist and rain, they would be in big trouble. Yet, to the deputy commander's astonishment, these autogyros did not spray toxic mist as anticipated. A trump card possessed its maximum deterrent force only while it remained unrevealed; once a tactic had been used, it lost the quality of catching the enemy by surprise.

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