With a loud bang, the whole room shook, and invisible waves swept outward like a strong wind, dust filled the sky, and soon it calmed down.
The room was in a mess, with wood chips and stone debris piled up, and deep gullies on the walls. The spatial fluctuations inside had not yet dissipated. Inside the dark circular space portal, the holy ancient cauldron was being struck and making a rattling sound. Qi Feng was trapped inside. He used the holy method to stick his head out of the cauldron's mouth, and when he was about to get angry, he gasped.
"What is this place? Let me out!"
"First tell me what the treasure is, and I will tell you where this place is. I will even consider letting you go." The last sentence was redundant.
Nolan Rong was sweating profusely. He supported his bleeding broken arm and walked over with shallow and deep footsteps. He pulled out the half-broken holy stick that was buried in the ground and was shaking. He clenched his right hand tightly to prevent it from slipping out of his hand. In an instant, his bones were shattered.
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