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A person amidst the clouds emitted a faint radiance, a disdainful expression was etched on his face, as cold and pure as white jade found on mountaintops.

Half a month had passed, and he had become more downtrodden.

Since he didn't fear death, why should he hesitate?

The fate of the creatures who intruded into this world should be within his control.

Xiaohe raised his hand slightly, making a pressing down gesture, and number 0862 felt as if a thousand pounds was pressing upon him. An invisible force gripped him, restricting him from moving.

Without any virtues to his name, his constitution was now inferior to that of an average man. Within ten breaths, 0862 was almost suffocated.

Finally, the hateful and malicious glare in his eyes faded, replaced by an overwhelming fear and desperation to live.

"Spare... spare... spare me..."

He only managed to utter a few words before dropping like a fish out of water, unresponsive.

Xiaohe glanced at him, his face devoid of any expression.