Popov Heita, those tiny eyes stared at the undead crystal in Richard''s hand, and sighed.


    "That''s the power..."


    The tone is complicated.


    This power is hope, and it is also... the flames that destroy the souls of the tower heroes.


    Li Cha reached out and handed it to the other party.


    Popov pinched the thumb-sized undead crystal, just like an ordinary person pinching a grain of millet, pitifully small.


    "There are a total of


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