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"What's our purpose here?"

Loong Aotian's voice boomed as he surveyed the crowd below.

"To march! To fight!" The response from the crowd was deafening, their cries reverberating through the city and startling the residents, who feared that battle had once again commenced. A wave of panic swept through the populace.

"Good. We march into battle. Our brothers are shedding blood on the front lines

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