hen Feng Xue opened her huge mouth and tore the bowl-sized hole into a size that could be hugged by four people, enough for her to pass through, the four of them crashed out from the gap above the death ground, and until they entered the pitch-black space, there was still some disbelief in their hearts.
Among them, Leon Luo's psychological fluctuations were the most serious - he had just made arrangements step by step in an orderly manner, but in fact, before his "Ripped Dome" actually landed on the boundary membrane, the probability of tearing the sky apart was only 50-50.
After all, this was a new move he had come up with. Although it contained some new insights honed in adversity, without any practice, it was just an embryo. However, Leon Luo resolutely used this move, not only because he was surrounded by enemies at the time, but also because he felt he could do it.
While thinking so, Leon Luo clenched his hands. He recalled the special feeling when the white light broke through the thick and tough membrane - it had nothing to do with the feel of the hand, nor with cultivation. At the moment when that move was stretched to the extreme, he felt as if he had touched some origin.
A certain essence that can only be understood but not expressed in words has left a mark in Leon Luo's heart.
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