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... roar of True Immortal Yun, the world held only the lament of the five Red Dragons.
These five Red Dragons had crazily struggled under Zhang’s Qingjing Bamboo, rebellious and wild, yet now they stared blankly at the chariot that had lost its brilliance, their dragon eyes mournful, their cries pitiful.
Their previously lifelike long whiskers, scales, even dragon horns and claws, were peeling and drifting away, transforming into red-golden runes, resembling flying blossoms burning w ...
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