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"Shou Zhong! Shou Zhong! Wake up!"
Shi Liuguang held the dazed boy tightly in his arms, his trembling fingertips probing his meridians again and again.
The person in his embrace had lips as pale as frost and snow, his pupils unfocused like dust-covered glass. Though a breath still remained in him, it was as if his three souls had left his body, leaving him a breathing puppet.
Not far away, Luo Qianxue was wiping Shen Li's forehead over and over with a handkerchief soaked in ice water. The young girl's condition was even worse—cold sweat had plastered her hair at the temples into damp strands.
Her already slender body convulsed as if she were being sifted like chaff, and bluish-purple lines rose across the exposed skin. No matter how the others shoved her or shouted themselves hoarse, she remained like a wooden carving or clay statue.
"Shen Li! Look at me!"
Shi Feiyang grabbed the young girl's thin shoulders and shook her. Tie Xiao pried open her tightly clenched palm, while Ye Fei lit Soul Power at his fingertips and sent it into her Heavenly Spirit—yet the three streams of Soul Power sank like clay oxen into the sea.
The other Gem Soul Masters were all like puppets whose strings had been cut, only the faint rise and fall of their chests proving that life still remained.
Everyone from Canghui Academy felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
This academy, famed for Mental Illusion Techniques, had actually stumbled in the field it was best at.
And more than that, they had never encountered this sort of situation before, yet something so bizarre was playing out right before their eyes.
Shi Liuguang abruptly raised his head, his blood-red eyes fixed fiercely on