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... > "Shatter!"

The next second.

The immensely colossal shadow suddenly raised its gargantuan head, its eyes cold as lightning, staring at the Five-Colored Light Sword falling through the void.

Then, with its right arm raised, fingers closed together into a fist.

Endless Power of Laws swirled around the fist, forming a terrifying Fist Seal, which, under the horrified gazes of all beings, ferociously smashed towards the Five-Colored Light Sword descending from the fir ...

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