A Battle Against All Odds: The Undercurrents of the Divine Sea "Hmph, the three traitors of the Heavenly Court are all connected to me, Ao Run!" Ao Run's long, blue-purple hair flew wildly, her coral dragon horns gleaming eerily in the dim abyss. A cold smile played on her lips, a smile that held both smugness and endless scheming. At this moment, the depths of the Western Sea were eerily quiet. Ao Run's dragon-scale armor skirt rippled slightly, seemingly telling of her inner turmoil. She had just returned from the Boundless Immortal, the mysterious cooperation plan still echoing in her mind. "Break the seal on the Investiture of the Gods..." Ao Run
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