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... lected the remnant rays of the setting sun on the horizon.
Fierce winds whipped up bursts of sand and dust, spiraling in the air like spectral apparitions, emitting a low, mournful wail.
Jiang Shouzhong trudged forward like a walking corpse, carrying the weighty Seven Kills Blade on his back, step by step. Looking as far as his eyes allowed, he saw a palace standing amidst the crimson sands—majestic yet eerie.
After what felt like an eternity, the man stepped into the pal ...
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