The gate shattered and the wall appeared, the wall collapsed and the gate appeared. After several cycles, the energy of the fist of grief and anger that could kill the virtual god was exhausted, leaving only the grief and anger particles, which were rolled up by the blood-sucking sickle and collected in Luo Yu's hands.
"Oh? Sadness particles? This is the food of the witches of great sin, and I can feed them to the witches in the future."
"Humph, interesting."
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