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... ts walking posture was severely deformed, and the fur on its body kept falling off, revealing a large area of blood.
is like dying at any moment.
The old wolf forced his way to the depths of Camel Peak Mountain, his cloudy eyes barely able to see the path clearly, but I am afraid that even the most basic consciousness has been completely lost.
When it stopped, it was blocked by dense vines in front of it.
boom.
The old wolf fell to the ground feeb ...
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