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Chapter 1912

Chapter 1912

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Eight hundred miles of flowing quicksand, three thousand fathoms of the Weak Water. "This Weak Water certainly doesn't live up to its name! What's weak about it!" Unlike the other two nether rivers, the terrain of the Weak Water was treacherous, its sandstorms raged wildly, and its depths were unfathomable, making it exceptionally difficult to cross. At a single glance, it was clearly not to be trifled with!

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