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Moreover, Mo Tiancheng had reached Martial Dao Grade Eight, accustomed to enduring both sweltering heat and biting cold. Yet, today's sweat was due to the fact that there wasn't a single spot on his body that wasn't aching. Coupled with his dizziness and nausea, Mo Tiancheng was teetering on the brink of collapse.

At the eastern gate of Ink Orchid City, several guards stood at attention