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... f yellow sand, dyeing the firmament a dusky hue.
Qin An stood with a cold, icy demeanor, clutching his blade.
Fox Qing collapsed onto the sand dune, eyes hollow, lips intermittently pleading, "Spare my life, spare my life, I beg you to spare my life..."
She was close to madness.
Though begging for mercy, deep down she wished for swift death.
Within this half-stick of incense time, she endured thousands of array explosions, and was furiously bombarded by th ...
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