Boom!
The transport truck suddenly exploded!
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The blast soared into the sky, illuminating the encampment a kilometer away.
"Heh."
Old Master Si toyed with a copper coin, his face full of chilling malice. He sneered coldly, "A futile struggle of trapped beasts."
The Twilight Candidates donned black hooded robes to conceal their identities in reality. Their attire was uniformly identical, each carrying their respective weapons.
Interestingly, their robes seemed to have been coated with some type of fragrance, emitting a strong scent.
"The warriors of the Dawn Combat Sequence are almost here. Their iron tide paired with alchemy technology—on this flat wasteland, it won't take ten minutes to grind us into dust."
