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... ummit of Night Cloudy Mountain was saturated with a smell of blood and ozone, The wind, usually icy at this altitude, now seemed to carry a fetid heat, a heavy emanation that did not come from nature, but from a much darker source.
At the center of the improvised battlefield, Lin Feng panted, his torn clothes revealing skin marked by the first brutal exchanges. Blood flowed from a cut on his forehead, tracing a red furrow on his cheek before dripping onto the calcined rock.
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