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In the blink of an eye,
above the East Sea,
the immense and boundless battlefield had swiftly emptied, leaving a desolate expanse.
All that remained within tens of thousands of miles were the turbulent, ceaseless surges of spiritual energy and the billowing smoke; the once thriving Flower Fruit Mountain had become a land of death and evil.
Above the East Sea,
Lu Wufei gazed into the sky until the figures of the Erlang God from Guanjiangkou, the Six Mei Mountain Brothers, and a host of lesser divine beings had long disappeared.
Only then did his thoughts return, and he regained his composure.
He turned his head to look down at Flower Fruit Mountain.
