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... ’t help but let out a cold snort.
"Thinking of leaving now, don’t you think it’s too late?"
As his words fell, suddenly, mighty mountains rose from various corners of the void.
Each mountain seemed like a colossal hand of his.
Those Mahayana cultivators who were attempting to flee, resembled flies trapped in a spider’s web, their bodies high in the sky, ceaselessly pressed down by the crushing force.
Some of the weaker ones hadn’t even landed when their bo ...
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