A snowy afternoon.

A deserted mountain top was still covered in thunder as usual.

On the high mountain, a figure covered in snow remained motionless as if an old monk had settled down.

The rocks around the figure had sunk slightly by about three feet.

The entire mountain top was scorched black all around, and the boulders under him had been infected by the thunder and turned into a rare refining material.

The seasons have changed from autumn to icy winter.

Airplanes!!!

A strong force

"Spirit Ruins, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman" Chapter 994 Two and a Half Years of Retreat, Wake Up! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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