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... forest resembles ink.
The mottled moon shadows pour down through the gaps between the leaves, sketching ghostly patterns on the ground.
As soon as Qin An finished speaking, the entire wasteland plunged into a deathly silence.
In this suffocating stillness, three figures flickered like specters among the shadows of the trees.
In the blink of an eye, the elusive silhouettes abruptly solidified, landing in front of Qin An with a few strides.
Qin An focused h ...
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