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... above, wild winds roared.
The sea of clouds rose higher as the Demon Hawk ascended steadily, with mounds of cloud mass gathering to the south, growing thicker and thicker.
In an instant, the clouds transformed under the glow of the eastern sunset into a rose-colored palace, ceaselessly swirling.
Jiang Dali’s robust figure sat alone on the back of the Demon Hawk, with strong winds and floating clouds lifting his unruly, wild black long hair. The resilient strands whipped ...
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