Restless turmoil permeates every inch of the air.

Depressed, suffocating, desperate, dark, creepy, like walking on the tip of a dangerous knife, falling on the top of a vast snow-capped mountain.

The deep cold was like countless sharp knives cutting through the flesh and flesh to the marrow, and then falling from thousands of acres of air to the ground.

Luthor was immersed in the aura of danger, with demons from hell behind him and condescending gods in front of him, and he roamed comfortably

"American Comics: God of the World, Saiyan Half-Blood Krypton" Chapter 227 Lex's Declaration! Anti-heroism! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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