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The Ironclad Bastion Formation, battered by days of relentless assault, finally began to melt under the surge of overwhelming spirit energy. Before countless watchful eyes, it flowed in streams of molten gold like smelted metal. The formation was broken!
Inside the Grand Hall, the Grand Elder of the Divine Craftsman Sect stared ahead, despair etched into his face.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Beside him, the late stage Qi Refinement cultivators who had been aiding him all exploded simultaneously. Days of maintaining the formation had tightly bound their life force to it. Now that the formation had collapsed, they perished with it.
The Grand Elder let out a bitter laugh. "It seems it is my turn now…"
He looked toward the doorway, where a familiar figure had appeared, and his laughter broke into a rasp.
"Sect Master, one last—"
The final words of farewell never left his lips. A horrifying backlash tore him apart in an instant.
Boom!
A spray of blood mist blanketed the entire hall.
Fei Changqiu’s pupils narrowed, and spirit energy surged violently through his entire body. With a single motion, a great furnace materialized before him. He gripped the furnace in one hand and soared into the sky like a blazing meteor.
His voice trembled with fury and grief as he roared, "Luo Chen! Come meet your death!"
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"How dare you?!"
"Outrageous!"
Zuo Song and the others were completely...
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