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"No, you can't possibly defeat Galan!"
"What in the world happened?"
Facing the shocked and angry Beckman,
Matthew responded calmly with a smile:
"Want to know what exactly happened? Perhaps you should ask Galan..."
"Sorry, I'm not interested in going round in circles with you any longer."
Beckman's voice was cold as iron:
"Thinking of leaving with my Dimension Anchor?"
"Damned thief, give back what belongs to me!"
In an instant,
An exotic and awkward series of sounds burst from Beckman's throat.
Within his own domain, thousands of phantom images appeared, floating in the air like marionettes, all chanting incantations that seemed to come from other worlds!
That was the language of the Tong Luo God Race!
Matthew frowned slightly, about to use Counterspell to stop the other party, but at that moment, he suddenly felt agitation from within Lost Paradise!
The Dimension Anchor, which had been suppressed by the power of Lost Paradise, actually began to tremble slightly!
