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... like blood as the dusk deepened.
Zhenmo City was very quiet. The vast majority of people had been taken into the spatial Magical Treasures of the Great Immortal Gates. A few begonia trees at the street corner swayed in the wind, their falling petals seeming to burn like embers.
Elders equipped with Magical Treasures from various sects sat in meditation around the Black Tower, continuously breathing to replenish their mana and recover their condition.
Hundreds of figures e ...
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