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Hearing the white fairy's warning, Feng Wu dashed off without hesitation.

But before she left, she slid the blade across the Spiritual Lord's throat.

The Spiritual Lord wanted to cry for help, but he was too late.

Poof!

Blood gushed out of the gash on his neck.

The Spiritual Lord stared at Feng Wu in disbelief.

He wanted to turn around to look at the Spiritual King and ask him why he wouldn't help him.

But he never had the chance.

Because he was dead before he could do so.

D*mn it!

The Spiritual King cursed inwardly.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he couldn't.

Because a ghost-like being came out of nowhere and started attacking him.

As soon as he tried to fight back, he was confined by his opponent's spiritual essence, and neither of them could move.

So, he had to watch as the Spiritual Lord fell.

Gritting his teeth, he started attacking the semi-transparent being.