Wu Xiaode stood where he was.

The storm descended from the void, and it became extremely magnificent in an instant.

The throne embodied by billions of black branches collapsed—

It's not because Shen Xiujun did anything else, but because they spontaneously reacted instinctively.

All the branches swept forward, gathered out of thin air into a dark pipe as thick as an arm, and pierced Wu Xiaode's chest with a sharp point.

"puff!"

Wu Xiaode spray

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