The thick wooden door was slowly pushed open.


    Affected by the collapse of the main body of the dome building, the door frame has been somewhat deformed.


    So the door was pushed very hard, rubbing against the ground and the edge of the frame almost inch by inch.


    Scattered dust was flying in all directions, obscuring the vision ahead.


    Just as Zong Shen was preparing to swing his saber, he heard a voice begging for mercy.


    "My lord, please forgive me!"


    Waiting for the dust to settle,


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