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As Xiao Ming entered into the Demon Raiding Mountain, he had a bad omen. This had usually occurred to him for a long time now. He was unaware that this was one of the specialties that his physique provided. On reaching here, the usually calm blue cloud of the night had suddenly swapped into red and then blue. He felt his vision blur and the ground he stood on was piled with the flesh and dripping with the blood of humans and beasts even up to the Xiantian stage. He pondered through it for a while before he shook his head and a cold glint flashed through his eyes as an indifferent gaze expanded the way ahead.
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After the departure of the Night Walkers, few hours before, midnight had already fallen. However, the night was unusually shrouded in dense aura of murder and bloodlust All who entered were already suffering the manipulation of the Violet Mist that had been released into the air.