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... ling like a werewolf on a full moon night.
Hua Mi set down the "Western Continent Geographic Records," tilting his head to listen. The howling wind carried faint sounds of tree branches bending and breaking intermittently.
The wind's force might have reached level eight. Beekeepers needed to stay vigilant about the weather, so he had some understanding through observation.
In theory, level eight winds weren't extremely destructive. However, these weren't natural winds of ...
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