At this moment, the little sun above his head was still churning endlessly amidst rolling golden light, draping a layer of golden armor over his entire body—he looked for all the world like a war god descended from the nine heavens!
"No!!"
With Cang Ming's head pinned beneath a foot, his body writhed and struggled frantically. Driven mad, he shrieked with his voice cracking, "Impossible!"
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