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... is filled with an eternal desolation.

  The wind and sand dancing wildly in the sky swept from countless corners, whimpering and winding around people's ankles, like an invisible shackle that seemed to lock everyone who came to this world.

  Empress Dorothy Alita stood in this desolate world dazedly, holding Dong Yeyuan who was like a blood man in a coma.

  She wanted to lift her leg and take a step, but she couldn't take it as if something was imprisoned under her feet.

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