"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the ball of true yuan on Liu Yanzhi's palm suddenly turned into a long cyan light flying in the air, instantly converging into a black iron hammer of several zhang, with a whistling sound, slammed on the icicle, and a deafening loud sound suddenly resounded throughout the bottom of the lake.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sound of clicking and clicking from the icicles, and then, I saw that the icicles that were originally standing tall were blasted out of a huge pit in an instant, and pieces of ice edges fell from the icicles, falling apart, debris flying, and the scene was extremely magnificent, like the end of the century, a catastrophe befell ......

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