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Chu Mu had been pursuing the Dream of Oblivion for a while but realized that wherever it flew, the plants there withered and wilted...
"Wuu wuu wuu~~~~~~~~~"
Mo Ye made a sound, signaling Chu Mu to look back.
Chu Mu turned around and was bewildered to find a kind of grey haze, following the figure of the Dream of Oblivion, slowly but broadly covering the entire Xiangrong City. It felt like a vast cityscape being gradually painted over with bleak colors.
"What is it doing..." Chu Mu didn't understand. The Dream of Oblivion seemed to have no interest in attacking humans, but why go to such lengths to destroy the plants of Xiangrong City? Could it have some kind of grudge against the entire Xiangrong?
After chasing for a while, Chu Mu gradually couldn't keep up with its speed.
The Dream of Oblivion, seemingly light and agile in the sky, graceful yet slow, was actually very fast, and Mo Ye couldn't catch up with its pace.
