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... th first began, the Thunder of Fate split open the World Tree. Then everything became chaotic. Because of this, the Axe of Fate was the nemesis of the World Tree and the Tree of Seven Wonders.


Zhou Bao used the Tree of Seven Wonders to block the attack of the Axe of Fate. Of course, they were not evenly matched. It was like smashing an egg against a rock. Zhou Bao’s power was increasing and had far exceeded that of the party mounting the secret attack. Therefore, when his Tree of Seven ...

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

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