"Collect!"
Ji Qingzhu struck out with a palm, shattering the skull and scrambling the primordial spirit of the Quasi-Saint (Fourth-Turn) who had attacked her neck. The entire heavens and earth collapsed; space crumbled layer by layer, dissolving into a hazy blur.
With a flick of her hand, she pulled the figure into a treasure bottle swirling with chaotic energy.
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