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... son among them, Yang Fan, instantly turned pale and subconsciously shrank behind Feng Mochuan. He had never seen such a bizarre existence before; just standing there was like a moving tomb, emanating an almost tangible aura of death that tightened his throat.
Feng Mochuan’s pupils contracted sharply, and the perception of the Tier Six Spiritualist quickly captured the vast soul power within the other party—pure, cold, lacking any warmth of a living being, coupled with a detached indiffer ...
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