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... lten lava pouring down toward Jiang Shu.
The scorching heat waves were like flashes of lightning, the scythe of Death itself, shaking the entire sky to its core.
Fusang stood atop Xuanxing not by Martial Arts, but by this supreme military might!
Even if the Sword God of Fusang were alive, in his eyes there would only be endless despair.
Human strength had its limits!
Could a Grandmaster, who could withstand bullets, really stand up to these small missiles, ...
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