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... to grab fiercely at the bodyless phantom raven.
Just as this strike was about to land, suddenly... the purple corpse stopped moving, and the wind and sand halted.
A few miles away from this mountain, an old man exuding a fishy odor was being held by the neck by a man.
The old man looked at the man in horror, his face squeezing out a fearful smile, and shouted, "Song... Song Master... Master Uncle... spare..."
Crack.
Song Yan did not hesitate at all, direc ...
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