Time frames pass.

Eternal void, restore peace.

The breeze in the surrounding void, the rolling turbulent flow, and the scent of the air filled the gaps, filling the void.

The monarch of the Star Clan, Wudong, does not move at all, flows through the flat body of the void with energy, solidifies the void.

It looks like a magnificent sculpture that has lasted forever.

only.

On Wudong's body, there are cracks that are clearly visible, running through the front and back, like broken pieces of rags.

Hurry!

The existence of the void can scatter!

Wu Dong stared at Fang Cheng quietly, and used all his strength to spit out the last sentence: "What kind of knife is this?"

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