"With such secret arts, I think this person should be fine. Even if we bleed him dry, what of it? His death won't affect us in the least, as long as we can break free from the Nine Phoenix Dao Body and advance to the Spirit-Forging Realm."
The Primordial Spirits of the nine-headed phoenix transmitted their voices. They cared not a whit about Su Chen's life or death; what they truly cared about was the benefit they would reap from dual cultivating with him.
Looking at the man lying on the bed, the illusory figures formed by the nine-headed phoenixes all rushed toward Su Chen.
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