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An Xunuo took a few steps back as if she was shocked. It was also as if some bloody thing had strangled her throat. She looked scared and flustered as if she was watching a movie. There were people walking in front of her, but she was like a bystander, looking at the teenagers fighting the wolves and being torn apart by the wolves. She watched as the valley was filled with blood, and an old man was laughing coldly while a girl in red was also watching without any expression.

These images seemed to squeeze into her mind. Her head felt pain again as if the nerves in her brain were ruthlessly stirred by something. It was extremely painful.

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Those images slowly faded away before rising again like a tide and then subsiding again, becoming so calm that there were no ripples. Her consciousness slowly became calm. An Xunuo seemed to have lost all her strength and she fell onto the empty training ground.