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North America, a valley shrouded in toxic mist all year round.
The valley was filled with piles of white bones, sparse vegetation, and any Mutant Beast that accidentally intruded would collapse to the ground with a whimper, struggling twice before losing its breath.
Boom! Boom!
Rumbling sounds echoed from the depths of the valley, scorching flames sizzling through the gray-green toxic mist.
Mutant creatures with two heads fled hastily from the depths of the valley, their speed so fast that in an instant they crossed hundreds, even thousands, of meters.
"Weaklings."
A being enveloped in thunder light, akin to a Thunder God, blocked the path of the double-headed Alien Race.
The double-headed Alien Race, with a fierce countenance, had its left head chanting strange spells, strands of black light scattered around the Thunder God, while the right head spewed sharp spikes, which were Second Tier Divine Weapons forged with Source Power!
