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By the time the monsters had died or sustained injuries in large numbers and chose to retreat, the Thunder Calling Talisman had also dissipated into the air.
The ground was littered with the corpses of monsters; Zhou Li, covered in blood, tried to get Cen Zhu to help wash his body. Yun Baibai, at his side, was wiping the stains from the corners of his eyes with care, not shifting her gaze, focusing intently.
Cen Zhu looked somewhat irritable at the book in her hands, the pages stained with blood. She waved her hand, signalling to Zhou Li not to bother her. Black Cat meanwhile, was endlessly washing itself by the stream, shaking its body with each wash, quite contentedly.
