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After the terrifying bombardment had ravaged the area, dust filled the air, obstructing all vision. The once resplendent Hall of Righteous Gathering lay in ruins, on the brink of collapse, as if it could crumble into a heap of broken walls and remnants at any moment.
"Huh!"
Suddenly, a strong gust swept through, dispersing the rolling dust clouds to reveal the scene of the battlefield.
Amid the devastation, Xu Yang stood alone, surrounded by severed limbs and minced flesh and blood.
"You...!"
A sound emerged, and from the ruins Yi Feng, leaning on his broken sword, struggled to rise, blood streaming from all seven facial orifices, but he didn't care as he stared intently at Xu Yang, "Indestructible... Vajra... Divine Skill?"
"No!"
