There were corpses everywhere and blood flowed like a river.
The corpses of monsters and the remains of humans formed a sea of death.
The only clean pile of earth seemed out of place in this world of corpses. At first glance, one would even think that the pile was made of corpse ashes.
The man was sitting on the mound.
Owen Wei had never entered so deeply into a person's fantasy before. Even Fang Fei's deep-sea fantasy had never made him feel so immersive and unable to extricate himself.
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