As the voice of the Undead Daoist echoed, a pillar of black light suddenly shot forth from his forehead, heading straight for the Sacrificial Daoist.
The aura of death, pure to the absolute extreme, intensified the greed gleaming in the Sacrificial Daoist's eyes.
At the very instant that pitch-black beam of light—steeped in boundless, lethal power—was about to reach the Sacrificial Daoist, heaven and earth seemed to shift hues. The surrounding space began to warp, and the air itself became suffused with a suffocating, despair-inducing weight.
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