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... f blood sprays forth, its stench overpowering.
Like a small fountain erupting.
Jiang Shi slowly rose from the ground, grasping Zhang Kuohai’s head with one hand, lifting it high. Underneath the severed head were thick, black-red nerves, writhing violently like worms.
He had forcibly torn Zhang Kuohai’s head out from its roots.
Zhang Kuohai’s eyes widened in anger, blood leaking from the corners, seeming as if he would not rest in peace.
The headless body s ...
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