“Kid… kid…” Hundreds of zhang away, the Soul-Devouring Venerable struggled out of the crater in the rock wall. He hovered in mid-air supported by his remaining five fleshy wings. Black blood still dripped from his severed arm. His aura was utterly chaotic. He stared fixedly at Chen Ping. His ghostly green eyes now held shock,…
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