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... ispensable to death."
Ying Xiu’s loose, jet-black hair danced wildly behind him like serpents.
As he walked slowly, he lifted his right foot heavily upon the diminutive ghoul, crushing it into a wisp of shadowy mist that dispersed.
From all directions, the limp, dead-silent ghouls were enveloped by the dissipating shadowy mist.
Under the dim light, their eyes slowly sparked with a crimson glow, itching to move.
Influenced by Ying Xiu’s aura, the ghost army ...
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