The filtration system
Karl Zeal operated his Soul-eyes to the maximum. Amidst the looming darkness caused by the gushes of the Yin-yang perfect thumb, Zeal felt it might not augur well. But he still had to give it his best. The poison jetted out without stopping; the large log moved irregularly. Zeal held his breath and made his first jump. He climbed on top of the first wood that rammed towards him. Immediately he settled down—five wood came from all his direction. They moved swiftly from different angles. At the same time, the wood he stood on top broke apart, prompting Zeal to appear defenseless. As the woods dragged Zeal under free fall, he must prepare to clash with those unnormal panic-inducing logs. In this instance, Zeal still felt bothered about his situation of not breathing. The air in his lung was q
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