In the gloomy forest, a cruel fight broke out instantly.
Forty or fifty miles away, a dozen figures stood on a giant tree here, like a dozen black crows, silent, but their faces were cold, men and women, with indifferent eyes.
Among the crowd, a young man sat on a tree branch with a golden wheel flashing in his eyes. He whispered: “Come!”
Whoosh!
A dozen people around suddenly flashed, scattered around, and disappeared in the woods. Only three people were left on the spot. Among them was the bright golden wheel youth.
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