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Like a small fishing boat caught in crashing waves, a song could easily describe it:
"The cold rain slaps recklessly against the face!"
Painful, excruciatingly painful.
The oppression of a mighty force was truly terrifying.
Although the elder was merely the remnant will of an Immortal Venerable, the power he unleashed was astonishing. Meanwhile, the Holy Emperor, consuming the blood like he was on stimulants, was rejuvenated and launched continuous, devasta ...
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