Boom~! The severed Dream City and the snow-white top of Mount Fuji slowly slid down, a huge roar resounded through the sky, and millions of rocks and soil turned into mudslides and rushed down.

"This..." Yuzhongjin blinked his eyes, looking blankly at the shaved Mount Fuji, with a confused face.

She just asked Yihui to stop Shen Jiuye, how come even the top of Mount Fuji, the sacred mountain, disappeared.

Yuzhongjin was confused, and Yihui, who had consumed a lot of spiritual power, exhaled a breath of turbid air, raised the half-broken Sword of the Sword King in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Sure enough, there is a suitable weapon

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