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... n Shibo, and a bewildered spirit body floating in mid-air.

In order to cast a spell to let Ye Xiao and others see Lin Tantan, Master Jin exhausted the last bit of spells, lying on the ground almost dead.

Ye Xiao looked at the thing in the air, is this the soul? Blurred and thin, the face can be seen vaguely, is it the same when talking?

He tried to touch it with his hands, abilities, and objects, but he couldn't touch it.

If you can't touch it, you can't hurt it natur ...

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