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... multiple snakefolk, apparently intending to refine demon pills.
One snakefolk lay weakly on the ground, voice feeble. "Does Yellow Sand City truly wish to wage war against our Snakefolk Tribe again?"
A black-robed figure snorted coldly. "What if we do? Your tribe's continued survival depends solely on our sect leader's mercy. Without it, you'd have no chance to live."
The snakefolk gritted its teeth. Suddenly, a white mist rose from the ground, allowing the snakefolk to ...
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