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Thousands of purple snakes, and many more kept drilling out from the crevices in the rock wall.
In the distance, a massive corpse covered in red hair.
Suddenly, a small red person leapt out from inside, and Jiang Ming felt very familiar; he thought of that one red hair.
Yes, it was the red hair.
The aura of the small red people was exactly the same as that of the red hair.
At that moment, Jiang Ming saw a terrifying scene—the little ones were battling with the purple snakes.
Within the constraints of space and measurement, the intensity of the skirmish was extreme.
"They are all so strong!" Bai Bing exclaimed with shock.
Jiang Fan silently watched as a few more purple snakes joined the fray; within moments, they had blasted the small red person to death.
Then, the small red person turned into a strand of red hair and floated down.
