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Because of the overexertion of her spiritual essence, Ranmil could taste blood in her mouth.

But she had made the big announcement, and spitting out blood would only make herself a laughingstock. Therefore, she swallowed back the blood.

Everyone kept their attention on the crystal ball, so no one noticed her reaction.

There was an image in the crystal ball.

They saw a lot of shooting arrows flying toward something.

Empress Dugu cried out, "Look at that robe… Isn't that what Feng Wu was wearing?"

Feng Wu?

Hearing that, everyone looked into the ball.

It was smaller than a fist, so everyone had to come very close to look at it.

Meanwhile —

Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Under the lake, the arrows kept flying toward Feng Wu.

"That's…"

Lord Mu cried out. "The attacker is at least a Level 5 Spiritual Lord. Will Miss Feng Wu be able to dodge them?"