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... trength…..”

“Who is…”

Deep sea.

In the area intertwined with darkness and coldness, loneliness is the eternal melody.

Even if there are living creatures, most of them are hideous deep-sea fish with bizarre shapes.

This place is a forbidden zone for humans.

In the past, even accomplished Martial artists rarely ventured here.

But today,

the incident reappeared in this place.

Why say “again”?

Because not long ago,

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