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... clock? 3:30?"
Wang Yunxiao sat down on his butt by the wall and shoved a handful of snow into his mouth.
The dreamscape circuit hovering over Nantong District finally collapsed and disintegrated.
There was no skill to speak of, it was all about the yield.
A huge fireball exploded, shattering the core into pieces.
The intersection of dream and reality was forcibly torn apart, and the weirdness not of this world quietly receded like the tide.
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