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... llions of stars collided in an instant, and the destructive turbulence rippled across the galaxy.

The overflowing breath is enough to destroy the stars, sun and moon.

The terrifying atmosphere spread, and the battle between the clone and the deity was very tragic.

The powerful fluctuations make any existence dare not approach.

Standing in the starry sky, Chen Luo and his generals watched quietly.

General: "Guru~"

"Really fierce!"

"I can't see it, ...

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