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There was only an earth-shaking roar, and the sound waves containing destructive waves shook the rainbow light in the barrier. There was a flash of light, and when Yang Ji was less than a few feet away from Zhao Youhuai, demonic aura billowed, black clouds rose into the sky, and a huge mountain-like snow fist suddenly fell from the sky, hitting Yang Ji's head as hard as the top of Mount Tai....