This stalemate lasted longer, and after ten days and ten nights, the roar from the ground was no longer a dull echo, but a loud sound like a cannon exploding.

The surface of the earth rose and fell with a loud noise, like a slight ripple of water.

Finally, the cave could no longer hold the heavy surface, and the ground within a radius of more than ten miles collapsed, turning into a huge pit hundreds of miles deep.

Montaigne retreated, jumped to the edge of the crater, and his cold gaze swept around all corners.

Between the loess, an old and gorgeous palace is waiting for the arrival of future generations in silence.

Half of the smashed stone pillar stood in the middle of the temple, but the rest was made of fine iron.

Montaigne blinked a few times......

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