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... black line had multiplied in size. The Golden Crystal sand was picked up by the wind and the resulting sandstorm blocked the sun. The sky instantly darkened. The storm front looked like an ancient beast that was howling.
Zuo Mo paled. He howled at the top of his lungs, “Into the boat! Into the boat!”
Without needing Zuo Mo’s management, everyone started to systematically move. The xiuzhe of Golden Crow Camp threw away the Golden Crystal sand in their hands without a secon ...
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