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Rumble——
A series of thunder pierced the dark sky.
The overlapping mountains and dense purple peak trees are clearly visible in the flash of light.
Several dark two-headed crows on the branches spread their wings and looked around, their blood-red eyes watching everything in the demon world.
The suffocating miasma filled the air and the bones were piled high.
There was a light layer of mist floating on the ground.
I don't know if it's the coolness brought by the miasma, or the inexplicable weird atmosphere.
The ominous premonition began to spread and spread...
Rumble——
As if responding to the atmosphere, a bolt of lightning struck down.
Under lightning
A prophecy slowly emerged.
——The dust has settled and the song is over.
——After the eternal reincarnation, don't laugh at the world of mortals.