Lin Feng forcefully endured the pain of his injuries and struggled to his feet. He looked around; the once-prosperous City Lord's Mansion was now reduced to a devastated ruin. The air was thick with the pungent smell of smoke and blood. Su Yao, Nángōng Qiàn'ér, and the others also struggled up one after another, all of them wearing extremely solemn expressions.
"Is that old bastard Old Ghost Juexin finally dead or not?" Nángōng Qiàn'ér asked through clenched teeth, her face filled with reluctance to let it go. She knew all too well that if Old Ghost Juexin escaped, a far more frantic retaliation awaited them.
Lin Feng shook his head, his gaze searching the battlefield carefully in an attempt to find some clues. "I'm not sure either, but judging from that terrifying collision just now, even if he isn't dead, he must be severely injured."
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