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The world shattered amidst roaring, the magnificent and distant scenery within eyesight crumbling apart.
Light interwove with darkness, disintegrating.
Xu Yuan and Lin Qingque looked up, and with a glance, saw that mountainous, undulating fist of elegance.
It blotted out the sky; wherever it passed, air dispersed in a crushing pressure, causing violent friction with the clouds, and producing a fiery halo of light.
From afar, it resembled a meteor as large as the earth itself, descending upon the world.
Mo Xianxian's beautiful face turned cold as she looked up, where she saw chaos and disorder.
Her eyes widened, the clarity and brightness within filled with indisputable color.
"Has she gone mad? To use such power, is she not afraid of the Heavenly Dao...?"
Her voice gradually weakened.
Atop the high building, three Return to Void Great Divine Communicators watched what unfolded before their eyes dumbfounded, scarcely daring to believe what they saw,