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... k, the rain still falling, and the mighty mountain tops were in disarray—multicolored feathers, crimson scales, silver-white broken spines... all stained with blood.
Should any outsider arrive, they would surely be shocked to find the peak littered with an old monster of injurious appearance lying all around.
Qin Ming stood as if engulfed in a golden Fierce Sun, indifferent to the pouring rain, not a drop touching him, as he looked upon his spoils with utmost satisfaction.
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