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Douluo: Glory of the Unrivaled Angel

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Douluo Dalu 2: Unrivaled Tang Sect Fanfiction ----- Ten thousand years after the Battle of the Gods, at Jialing Pass, the place where the Angel God and the Rakshasa God fell, a child embodying both holiness and evil was born. Coincidentally, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect arrived to pay homage to their ancestors… The Calamity Necromancer from another world, the Rakshasa God who should have perished, the Snow Empress of the Extreme North, and the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, a survivor of Slaughter City... "Wings of eternal flame, lift me from mortal temptation. The glory of the Angel Clan shall once again shine upon the Douluo Continent!" --------------------- Support the translation of this story and gain early access to additional chapters: www.patreon.com/kisshot -------------------- Disclaimer: I don't own the cover image. If you are the owner and want me to remove it, kindly DM me on Scribble Hub: https://www.scribblehub.com/profile/102727/kisshot/ ------- This is a Translation ------- Original Author: Tong Yuze RAW: 斗罗:绝世之天使荣光
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