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Chapter 50: Oblivion’s Edge
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... he central square, greeted by a swarm of frantic clansmen, their faces pale and slick with sweat. "Patriarch, we've been encircled by Divine Spirit Realm warriors!" one cried, his voice splintering like brittle glass, his hands wringing the hem of his tunic.
"Commander Lin's gone—his men, dust! What do we do?" another wailed, gripping his spear so tightly the wood groaned, his knuckles white as bone.
Ye Long's gaze lifted, his blood turning to ice in his veins, a frigid current t ...
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