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... ion’s Temporary Headquarters
Blood flowed like a babbling brook, gently coursing down the city walls, dyeing the originally gray walls a shocking dark red.
Kang Fusheng rode a tall, mighty black stallion, akin to a Death God descending upon the battlefield.
He leaped off the horse, his palms twisted, his entire aura surging, as he deployed the "Fossil Divine Technique."
With a loud cry, he charged into the camp of the Heroic Sakura Association, leading the charge.
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