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The metal pipe was two meters tall, allowing two people to walk through it side by side.
They were both strong, moving without making any sound.
Looking out from the hollow pipe, one could see many dreamworld thugs living in the area, each horribly mutated and frightening in appearance.
What's worse, they were all transformed from humans or demi-humans, and reverting to their original form was now difficult.
They had probably become monsters in the real world as well.
If Zhang Dengfeng were in a charitable mood, he actually had ways to save them, but who would want to spend that much effort?
There was a large courtyard where the thugs were gathering, conducting some sort of mock combat tournament—a playful event they seemed to enjoy, but to Ma Lin the scene was utterly disgusting.
They didn't care who was killed.
About eight hundred meters into the metal pipe, after several turns,
