Wave after wave of battles are seamlessly connected, and there is no room for anyone to think calmly.

Amp Zai's temples bulged high, beads of sweat hung on the collapsed tendons and staggered, and the frequency of her breathing was reduced to a minimum. The palms of his hands were slippery, so he simply pulled them over the corners of his clothes and rubbed them twice roughly.

Intracranial pressure...

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