Zoe Babbitt quickly swept the battlefield under the protection of Colby.

The ghost of the great adventurer Jacques Picard was staring at the strangely carved walls at the edge of the hall.

Zong Shen walked slowly to the metal table.

He reached out and swept away the books and records that had been reduced to ashes.

Everyone was doing their own thing, and the scene in this dark and deep bone bunker was particularly harmonious.

So gloomy

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