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The north wind whistled, the sky was pale, and the land was desolate. Just at this time of the year, Ye Wuhai finally rode his white dragonhorse to the chilly mountain.

At this moment, Ye Wuhai raised his head and looked at the precipitous mountain peak. His eyes were filled with anger and hatred, making him feel as if he could see those perilous mountain peaks were devils killing him