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Inside a dilapidated, ruined room, over a dozen people laid dead on the dusty floor, having breathed their last long ago. Amidst this bloody scene, a lone survivor calmly walked past the pile of lifeless bodies. Maing calmly stepped outside. He left hundreds of wandering souls behind him. His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, a silent expression of his emotions. Maing quickly confronted the last surviving enemy in Kimhodai Fam Kuai. The man was still panicking, gasping for breath. Mac