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... ling with the latent spiritual energy of the Great Wilderness.
Tian Shen’s ribs still burned from the panther king’s vicious strike, his breaths ragged as he pressed a trembling hand to his side.
Beside him, Feng Yin curled on the damp moss, one hand shading her eyes from the drifting moonlight, the other clutching her formation disc like a lifeline.
Little Mei—in her fox form still gleaming faintly with residual illusionary aura—lay curled at their feet, tail flicking as ...
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