High in the sky, blown by the fierce gale that was formed from the dense natural power of the Midland world, a black magnificent palace was shaking violently. All of its four high towers that were built on each corner of the palace were broken from out the middle and countless broken bricks were flying around in the air. Half of the broken towers smashed directly in front of the palace, nearly shattering the front gate.
Gong Gong Wuyou was sitting on his black jade cushion, with his luxurious clothes torn into shreds. All of his ten fingers were broken, exposing his crystal-like finger bones. Drops of blood were continuously gushing out on his three-stringed jade music instrument. The sound let out by that instrument now sounded hoarse and cluttering, just like the sound of a dying old man who had tuberculosis and was coughing; it was extremely unpleasant to hear.
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