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Dust mixed with broken vines and fallen leaves drifted slowly down.
Tuoba Xiong propped himself up on his charred Bronze Armguards and slowly rose. Shattered bone armor and newly grown flesh knotted and intertwined over his chest.
His gaze swept over the unconscious Wu Gu on the ground, then past the rigid Li Sha, before finally locking hard onto the indistinct figure in green within the dust.
His hoarse voice rasped with the sound of blood foam scraping his throat. "Chen Xinyi... you really are strong... but if you want to crush us... it won't be that easy."
"Avici True Inheritance—life from death!"
He abruptly crooked his index finger, gathering a speck of dark, nearly solid Soul Power essence at his fingertip, then stabbed it hard into his own heart.
"Secret Skill—Nine Nether Soul Return!"
A stagnant aura of death spread silently outward.
The torn flesh and broken bones before his chest were instantly covered in a cold, hard layer of gray murk, and his entire presence sank into utter stillness.
But that stillness lasted only an instant.
Dense, dislocated sounds of bones sliding came from beneath his flesh.
Those broken, deformed places were forcibly glued together and fixed in place by the ice-cold aura of death.
Tuoba Xiong, who should have collapsed, forced his body upright at the cost of overdrawing himself. The dim bronze sheen around him turned into a heavy, dark metallic texture.
"Hah. Fourth Soul Skill—Body of the Drought Demon."
His skin abruptly hardened, giving off a rough, cold gleam like veins of ore.
His physical defense rose sharply. Corpse qi, thick as lead and mercury, surged inside his heavy body, bringing a brief increase in strength, though his movements slowed somewhat. Every