The breeze was blowing on the field.


    Blow through the shattered scales.


    Blow through broken joints.


    There was a slight whimpering sound.


    Su Mo stretched out his right hand, and waved down a strand of mane that was floating towards him.


    In the field of vision, there is not a single living thing on the vast and vast land.


    There were grisly corpses strewn all over the field.


    In very few places, the remains looked completely intact, as if they were asleep.


    but their souls


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