Gatekeeper of all realms

Those iron ropes and flying knives could protect the two of them at first.

But billions of stars turned into light, blooming, blossoming, and extinguishing on them in a complex manner, as if they would continue to strike until the end of time.

Defense becomes an exercise in futility.

A few long seconds.

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