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... e center of the Desolate Sacred Land, the Wind Hall Master continuously formed one hand sign after another.
The transparent cracks grew increasingly intense and conspicuous.
The Hei Feng stood still, with relentless cracking sounds. An oppressive, almost explosive tension akin to a brewing storm engulfed the surroundings.
Everyone stared intently ahead, the atmosphere supremely solemn.
Even Xiao Yi bore a grave expression.
He couldn’t quite describe this f ...
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