This wave of shock lasted for a long time, and finally the big illusory hand crushed the golden shield.


    A figure stepped out of that spatial rift.


    Wang Yu could see clearly that amidst the frantic energy, this figure was like a **** descending into the world, unmoved.


    The energy of the Zhelong that collapsed from the golden cover re-condensed and turned into sticky tentacles, stretching and winding towards the figure.


    The figure stood still, and it was shocked again with only the supreme courage.


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