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Following this, Jiang Yan sat cross-legged on the stone chair, concentrating his mind, carefully sensing the subtle changes within his body.,Moments later, he sighed helplessly, gently raised his arm, and looked at the faint, gray mark resembling a furnace in the palm of his hand, muttering to himself.,But his body was like an bottomless pit. Every time the gene medicine entered his body, it would be automatically consumed by the furnace mark, leaving nothing behind. Unfortunately, it was still useless.。

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