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Chapter 242: A Pawn
s surging, a dazzling golden light flickered at Chen Ping's fingertips. Immediately, the formation's light curtain, like a piece of cloth, was torn apart, directly revealing a gap, and then the light... illusions!""This is spatial magic. Although you are in the same space as these people, you are not in the same dimension. So they can feel your presence, but they cannot see you.""This is not an illu...