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He was merely a mortal in flesh and blood, after all. No matter how many tricks and trump cards Mo Ke had prepared, they were still insignificant in his eyes, to be easily crushed like ants.
"Die!"
Accompanied by a roaring bellow, the black-clad monk stood up abruptly, and the rolling dark fog surged directly towards Mo Ke.
Since the catastrophe had not yet arrived, the shackles of this world remained in place; he could feel that the power of this attack had been greatly reduced. Yet, it was indisputable that even a four-leaved peak existence would still be unable to withstand this palm.
Boom!
A sound as massive as mountains and seas tumbling erupted.
The sea of blood surged, and the monk's eyes grew much sharper, emitting a bloody aura so suffocating it almost choked one's breath.
Within this bloody stench, shadows emerged, all with hollow gazes, dressed in various garments, engulfed by the black fog, silently standing there, looking outward.
