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Ye Fasheng's forehead had veins bulging, and his chest was burning with anger. However, just as he held the giant black crocodile, before he could react, the sky darkened in a flash of lightning, and Yang Ji's third wave of attacks had arrived. The hand of death rose to the wind. Like the palm of a divine Buddha, it covered the sky and the sun, and fell heavily....