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... the encampment of Beiliang’s hundred thousand iron cavalry.

However, it has now transformed dramatically.

The night is as dark as ink, covering a hundred miles, shrouded in a ghostly fog that blurs mountains and forests into shadowy apparitions. The wind roars like wailing and howling, exuding an eerie chill.

The entire mountain is silent, not a bird calls, not an insect speaks. Inhaling the mist turns ordinary creatures into pus within moments. The nearby wildlife has pe ...

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