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「Inside the hall.」
Shang Miaoyan was half-kneeling on the ground, the Red Lotus Rune flaring within her eyes. She was pushing her Pupil Technique to its limits, overdrafting her Pupil Power at the risk of going blind.
As two streams of crimson blood trickled from her eyes, Shang Miaoyan was finally able to see them clearly: several threads, like those on a marionette, extending from behind Yuan Tianming all the way to the Divine King's Skeleton.
'A puppet... The Yuan Tianming fighting Ji Shenyun right now is just a humanoid puppet. His consciousness might have possessed that skeleton long ago...'
Shang Miaoyan's heart pounded at this realization.
Pei Yuhang silently tightened his grip on the hilt of his Silent Sword. Sword Qi gathered frantically within its sheath, but he concealed every last trace of his killing intent and aura, not letting a single sliver escape.
He couldn't let Yuan Tianming sense his killing intent or his target.
