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"Fire!" Submachine guns spat out long tongues of flame amidst the smoke, quickly followed by a pungent, metallic stench wafting towards us.

The hissing sound, eerie and unnerving, grew louder and closer.

"Boss Yang, what's our move? There's a swarm of those vile creatures!" Dragon Gate disciples were struggling to hold their ground in the thickening smoke.

"We should..

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