Tang Zijing let out a cold laugh, and the swirling snow gathered, focusing on the sword's edge.
Sword Qi surged, metal clattered!
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Accompanied by the roar of the helicopter, Gu Jianlin finally saw that majestic snow mountain.
Rather than a snow mountain, it was more like an active volcano covered in snow, with terrifying dimensional turbulence appearing over its summit, pitch-black clouds roiling at the extreme height, nurturing flashes of lightning and thunder.
The friction of the lightning seemed to ignite a heavenly fire, with a terrifying divine aura spreading high in the sky.
At the summit of the volcano, the frontline Strategy Group would clash with an Ancient Ancestor.
Beep beep.
An alarm blared inside the cabin.
They had traversed dozens of kilometers through enemy fire with the help of Taixu, avoiding an attack from the Judgement Court and evading the bombardment of the Dark World.
