Indeed, the massive greenwood came crashing down, no matter how he dodged and evaded, he couldn't avoid the attack. The number of greenwoods was almost infinite, layer upon layer, pressing down like a tide.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The continuous impact, the immense force, made him feel like vomiting blood. He had already seen tiny cracks appearing on the three rings, which was his best weapon. If it was damaged here, how could he bear it?

Mi Xiaojing felt even more pain in his heart. Each strike consumed spirit stones, and the consumption from such intense collisions turned his face pale.

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Both of them were a bit frustrated. Mi Xiaojing suddenly flicked his finger, and a purple-red lotus shot out.

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