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"What's going on?" Mo Huasong was shocked.
He knew that the strength of his sword was immense, strong enough to shatter even a mountain of iron.
But the barrier of the Otherworld remained unyieldingly solid, beyond his ability to cleave through.
Mo Huasong sighed inwardly, if he had the strength of an Immortal King, he could have pierced through the barrier.
But with his current strength, it was simply impossible to open. Was he destined to die here?
Mo Huasong felt a mounting headache, knowing that when his supply of Spirit Stones or resources ran out, the circular jade would no longer protect him, and his end would be inevitable.
Mo Huasong looked at the dwindling stash of Spirit Stones he had left and frowned deeply.
This time, his return to the secular world had been quite generous, spending a great deal of Spirit Stones and resources, leaving him with only a few billion Spirit Stones.
