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... the sky, the two magic bullets shot by Zheng Qing were like tiny needles made of ox hair.
No, from an onlooker’s perspective, within a larger range of view, those two magic bullets and their trajectory seemed like two specks of dust under the giant hand, almost non-existent.
But their effect was undoubtedly unquestionable.
Crack!
A continuous sound, like silk tearing, came from the air.
It was the sound of the momentum of the descending giant hand being to ...
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