It may be that autumn is approaching, and thick dark clouds have shrouded the Silver Moon River Valley again. The whole sky is dark, and even the sun can only pass through it.
On the river valley, on top of a venom flying dragon, Dus's broad body stood on its head, while his eyes were observing the situation.
As far as the eye can see, within ten miles, nearly a hundred venom flying dragons flapped their wings and roared, and there were many warlocks standing on each of them, and they were all fixed on it.
And land
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