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... om!!"

"Bang bang!"

Energy Cannons bombarded fiercely, accompanied by the sound of mechanical collisions, fiery explosions illuminating the valley.

Looking ahead, the narrow valley emitted a faint glow, resembling a coiled fire dragon in the darkness.

"Whirr whirr..."

On one side of the valley, the Rotating Blades on the three mechanical arms of Storm Red spun at high speed, slicing through the air and continuously attacking the Dangerous Wanderer in front ...

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