Hearing this, Wu Meng looked up and saw a jet-black longsword circling Wu Tong at high speed, whipping up countless terrifying, dark sword beams that struck at him incessantly.
Faced with this sudden onslaught, Wu Tong’s demon energy flared brilliantly, condensing into a defensive barrier around his body as large as a tub. The impact of the countless black sword beams triggered a series of thunderous roars.
In an instant, the void shook and the Spirit Mountain trembled. The Wuji God Palace, already reduced to broken walls and crumbling ruins, saw its dirt and rubble scattered into the air, swirling amidst a cloud of dust as if the end of the world had arrived.
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