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... loping elephants, with the fog and demonic energy spilling into the skies.
Screams of agony, the clash of weapons, the howling sounds swirling with the vast white fog rolling in from afar, as if a vortex was rising in the sea of fog, or clouds and waves were turning in the heavens.
Even standing still, Li Xuan could feel the thick mist, as cold as frost, rushing like waves, almost tangibly sweeping over his boots, creating a sensation of stickiness.
His little cunning tho ...
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