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Ice and rock filled Zhu Minglang's vision, cold and sharp.
Stars, one after another, were as large as the moon, resembling pairs of vividly colored pupils, gazing intently at this desolate, primitive, and savage region.
"Swoosh!!!!!!!!"
Suddenly, a majestic Blade of Chaos spiraled down from the high altitudes, ruthlessly leveling all the protruding mountains in front of Zhu Minglang, who hurriedly dodged, narrowly escaping the brutal Wind Blade of Chaos without harm.
By now, at this altitude, the stellar gravity between the stars had already become quite chaotic, often "gathering" those strong, wild winds that pervaded the high skies, then releasing them all at once, creating the unpredictable Wind Blade of Chaos. Zhu Minglang had witnessed a Little God being chopped in half at the waist...
