Chapter 197 Unbearable Shame

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within the Iron Sand Tribe.

Flames are spreading, frost is spreading, sand and wind are running rampant, like the end of the day. The ground is in a mess, and a pungent smell of blood smells like you in the air, killing and gloomy.

"You guys, when...

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