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Chapter 2182: Ruins Appear
into the air, his whole body radiating golden light, and a faint layer of white mist enveloped his fist!"Holy Light Fist..."Chen Ping punched the statue, he couldn't let it absorb all the spiritual p...d said, "It's true that there is no formation set up, but without a formation, how could this gate not open""With our strength, we could level a small mountain, yet we can't even budge a single door""...