Looking at the spatial rift that was gradually healing, World Will mechanically said, "I hope you can survive in the hands of the other World Wills!
"You fake World Destroyer!"
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At this moment, in a town called Mo City in the middle-level world of the Endless Holy Son Realm.
The bustling streets were bustling with people and traffic.
An old man stood on a tall building and looked down at everything.
After a while, a middle-aged man appeared beside him.
The middle-aged man respectfully said to the old man, "Father, why did you call me here?"
Hearing this, the old man who was staring at the street immediately came back to his senses and calmly said, "Mo Yang, have we chosen the young talents for the competition?"
After hearing the old man's words, Mo Yang paused and sighed.
"Sigh! You also know that the overall strength and foundation are inferior to the other five clans.