------Kun Clan, Southern Desert ------'' Fang Hao, do you want to slaughter the village?

'''Why, Duguhong, are you soft-hearted?'''

Fang Hao swung his palm at the little boy who fell to the ground, the boy was shocked by the magnetic force, and before the voice in his throat could be heard, he had already fallen softly, his wide eyes were full of horror and helplessness.

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ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。

Info pulled his palm back, and he could vaguely see a puff of white smoke coming out of the boy's head, slowly drifting towards Fang Hao.

Carefully guiding the boy's soul towards Shen Yuzhu, the white light disappeared in a flash, and Shen Yu added a bit of strange milky white.

Fang Hao put away the beads, turned around and headed towards the southwest corner of the vast territory of the Kun Clan, the hills in the boundless desert were undulating, the yellow sand was all over the sky, and the dwarf and thin vegetation couldn't help but shiver in the wind.

The light emitted by the remnant sun in the west is getting weaker and weaker, and the red glow is faint.

Fang Hao stood there, feeling the pulse of the power the sun had bestowed upon him, as if the tragic fate and endless screams of misery that the only village in the ten-mile desert behind him were suffering had nothing to do with him.

Black ghostly figures roamed around the village, like fanged devils, like sharp blades exuding evil aura, leaving invisible scars on innocent creatures, even the great god of time could not heal and erase them.

Their emaciated bodies were like white bones, hidden under black cloaks, and their facial features were invisible, except for the grim smile at the corners of their mouths.

Darkness is coming.

Duguhong just looked at it and listened, there was no trace of emotion on his face full of traces carved by the vicissitudes of time.

In the end, he applied a magnetic mask, cut off the noise, and turned to leave.

In this way, you can't hear or see, and you may be able to unload your burden and still be yourself.

Low in the sky, black eagles hovered and gathered, without the cry of cold to the bone marrow, and the bloody heart that had lost its temperature in its sharp beak was a symbol of their honor to the world.

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