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The next day, they set off again. Along the way, Ding Hao sealed a lot of weapons with fighting intent and spiritual Qi. He also encountered the corpses of some experts of the Human Clan and the Demon Clan killed by these weapons. When the sun was about to set again, Ding Hao finally walked out of the plains made up of endless broken sabers and swords and arrived at a rugged mountain range. When he fixed his eyes on it, he was greatly shocked. These towering red mountains were actually made up of broken weapons. Thousands of broken sabers and swords were piled up, and some rusted swords were flashing. They were piled up like haystacks towering into the sky. It was really hard to imagine how many broken swords and sabers were needed to produce such mountains stretching far into the dis