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Chapter 43: Life Hanging by a Feather
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... g of ten thousand resentful spirits.
His body plunged through the vast emptiness, robes torn and stained with fresh crimson. The cliff face rushed upward beside him, while the earth below remained at a welcoming distance of at least several thousand meters.
Jiang Chen could not even glimpse the ground. He only knew that once he reached it, there would not even be a corpse left to bury, only a scarlet smear upon the rocks.
’Is this the limit of my path? Heh, to die as a fe ...
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