C440 Perishing of White Mound

Not long after, on the north side of the mountain, on the edge of the cliff.

"Boom!"

There was a loud sound, and a figure flew several meters away, breaking apart a lot of dust and rocks. It 'embedded itself into a large hole in the wall of the mountain, which was covered with potholes. On the other side was the black-robed, seven feet nine golden-masked man, Fu Xi