Qingzhou, Wangsheng Cliff. As far as the eye could see, pitch-black chains stained with mottled bloodstains extended into the darkness beyond visual clarity. Below the steep cliff face lay a sea of viscous blackness that inspired despair. The surrounding wind howled, reminiscent of countless vengeful spirits wailing and weeping blood. ...
Qingzhou, Wangsheng Cliff. As far as the eye could see, pitch-black chains stained with mottled bloodstains extended into the darkness beyond visual clarity. Below the steep cliff face lay a sea of viscous blackness that inspired despair. The surrounding wind howled, reminiscent of countless vengeful spirits wailing and weeping blood. At the edge of Wangsheng Cliff stood a long-haired woman in casual green attire, her expression indifferent and numb. Facing her at a short distance, over a dozen black-clad individuals aimed guns at her, the atmosphere tense to the extreme. "Xiao Han, there's no escape. Hand over the 'Nine Heavens Thunder Technique', and I might spare your life," the leader, a man embracing a scantily clad young woman, called out arrogantly to the woman at the cliff's edge.
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