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... eatures moved forward sluggishly like snails, crushing the countless bones in the swamp into dust.
Because of the excessive silt, the bigger the vessel, the deeper it sank, and the harder it was to move. Dozens of vessels were frantic, fearing that if they moved too slowly, they’d get rammed from behind by other giant creatures.
The Cunning Cat incessantly urged Yang Zhen, its eyes brightened and stared unblinkingly at the red handle in Yang’s hand, rubbing its own together while ...
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