"Is it dead?" Leng Qiufeng asked, holding his saber with a hesitant look on his face.
The arts of the Dream Demon were truly bizarre. He had been cautious enough the last time, yet it had still managed to escape. Naturally, he was now as frightened of a mere shadow as a frightened horse by the sight of its own shadow.
Bai Mengjin raised her hand to gather spiritual light, reaching across the air to pluck an extremely tiny, black-red bead from Gu Zhiyuan's corpse. A dense wave of demonic qi rushed over them, carrying a vague, hallucinatory sensation.
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