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... lightning. The purple bolts tinged with black danced across the sky, exuding an eerie and oppressive aura. The corrosive rain was even stronger than before, its acrid stench choking the air.
The Putrid Corpses stirred restlessly under the downpour, their movements unusually vigorous.
Lin Moyu quickly realized that he and Dongfang Yao, as living beings, had become glaring beacons in the desolate expanse of the Putrid Corpse Land.
From the distance, more and more Putrid Cor ...
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