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A blood-colored light quietly disappeared into the dense forest. A cloud of black gas gradually condensed into a human form.
"Fortunately, I had some contingencies. Otherwise, this life would have been considered lost in Tiderain City! However … my injury is too severe. Without several decades of recuperation, I'm probably unable to recover completely. Fiend soul secret art, condense for me!"
That cloud of blood mist gradually condensed into a human form. Who could it be if not Xiu Lie?
But the current Xiu Lie was incomparably weak; less than one-ten-thousandth of his prime.
Xiu Lie let out a long sigh of relief and muttered under his breath, "This war was really lost without rhyme or reason. To actually not even know who the opponent was! Sigh, can't go back to the fiend race anymore. In the future … I can only be a lonely spirit!"
Suffering such a defeat, even if Xiu Lie went back, it would be hard to escape death too.