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... n like a galaxy, with brilliant light instantly engulfing the entire Fusang Tree. Under this world-destroying lightning, the Fusang Tree trembled as if it could no longer bear the weight and was on the verge of collapse.

Under this destructive power, countless worlds within the Fusang Tree exploded one after another, and innumerable Golden Crows were instantly submerged, completely vanishing from existence.

“Primordial Holy Land!”

Watching as the patriarchs of their clan ...

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