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It was just an instant, strands of silk wrapped in mana rapidly penetrated his flesh, Spiritual Government, Dantian...
In the darkness, those eyes revealed a hint of a smile.
"Indeed... when I focus only on that blondie, the Da Jin Monk with many Spirit Beasts can't detect me at all, seems like he's perceptive of danger..."
"Hmm?"
Underneath the spider, the body of the blond Cultivator stiffened slightly and then disintegrated into a pile of dust, falling downwards.
Near Wang Ba, the blond Cultivator's figure reconvened with a pale face.
However, his aura visibly declined.
The blond Cultivator looked upset:
"This thief cultivator from Dao Shengzhou... knowing he would come, yet still unable to defend against him."
Wang Ba's expression was grave, his glance swept to the west.
Yet in the sky, there was still not a single figure.
He quickly stowed away the injured Class III Spirit Chicken and continuously sliced at the puppets to push them back, urgently saying,