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Atop Bull Horn Mountain, the night wind was cold.
Those present were mostly accustomed to practicing martial arts, their physiques robust and well-trained.
Yet at this moment, they still felt the wind piercing to the bone, causing a tremulous sense of dread.
The ground reeked of blood; bodies lay decapitated, severed from their heads.
"Master..."
Among the night patrol, someone's voice couldn't help but come out hoarse.
The atmosphere grew incr ...
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