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... etches infinitely, all a blood-red hue.
The wind carries a thick scent of blood, feeling so heavy as it brushes against the face, leaving a sticky bloodiness that makes one’s limbs feel burdened.
After an unknown length of time, when everything settled down, the surroundings became frighteningly quiet, no sound to be heard.
He seemed to have exhausted all his Spiritual Power, appearing so fatigued at that moment.
Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao’ai, peaceful in his ar ...
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