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... pitch-black valley, as mournful as the souls of ghosts and spirits.
The cold wind blew, making the flames flicker continuously.
The light, now bright, now dim, cast the confronting sides in a savage and bloody relief.
The creature clearly sensed its disadvantage and wanted to retreat back into the water, so it twisted its body frantically to move backward.
Bi Fang even saw that it had webbed limbs, and it was shaking them as it moved back!
What on earth w ...
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