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"Hmph! The resentful spirit has finally been forced out!"
Xiao Taizhen's peach wood stake in hand, infused with countless ancient auras, continued to surge, attempting to forcibly expel the resentful spirit from Zhuang Bifan's body, "Zhuang Bifan, when you arranged for the resentful spirits to possess Da Ya and Xiao Ya, I did not agree… Now, you face death, yet you still wish to drag them down with you! Dream on!"
Xiao Taizhen was the only one who knew how to control the resentful spirit!
He also knew how to restrain it, to force it out, with the specially crafted peach wood stake and the runes inscribed upon it.
As Xiao Taizhen chided, he stimulated his own Vitality Force, pouring it into the peach wood stake, continuously supplying the stake with power.
Hiss!
Although the resentful spirit itself had little consciousness, at this moment, being forced to leave Zhuang Bifan's body, it instinctively sensed the danger.