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... glance around.
A massive Jing Guan made of piled human heads loomed over the grasslands.
This place is merely a few miles away from Qin’s Xiangping.
Several months have passed.
The foul smell here has gradually faded, now covered by white snow, making it even more horrifying.
"Finally returned."
Looking at the Jing Guan ahead, as tall as a mountain, Zhao Feng’s face showed a smile.
Then.
Holding the Tyrant Spear high, he shouted lo ...
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