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... hin the billowing dust, the elder’s body was frail, like a remnant candle in the wind.
But just as the two were about to come close, the giant’s form suddenly halted.
The Hundred Craft Mountain Master spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and without a second thought, grasped towards the sky again.
The towering giant mountain continued to press down with the momentum of a falling meteorite. During this process, its size grew smaller, yet its power intensified.
He wa ...
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