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... mouth would occasionally spit out some water, and sometimes a small fish or shrimp would be spat out.
Those small fish or shrimp would land on his chest and struggle for their lives.
Maxwell was standing on a large stone at the banks of the water with an ugly look on his face. He was still gasping for air while staring up at the cliff edge of the dense forest before saying to himself, "We finally escaped."
The toughness, strength, and defensive capabilities of the Walkin ...
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