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The tenth foreign race looked no different from the Human Race. It bore none of the scales, feathers, or other marks of a foreign race, yet it was extraordinarily tall. Once it stepped onto the ground, it could reach out and touch the ceiling.

It was the Giant Race, the one he had seen upon first entering the ancient ruins.

Pei Ling attacked without hesitation. Light glimmered in his eyes as runes interwove. Eternal Curse Divine Ability!

Immediately afterward, he poured in his magic power and activated the Bewitching Bone Rakshasa Painting.

The dim, yellowish hall was instantly transformed into a gloomy realm of ghosts. "Hee-hee... Hee-hee-hee... Hee-hee..." The laughter of the Beautiful Women of Shaohua rose and fell. Graceful figures stepped down from the screens floating in midair, each one charming and lovely, appearing throughout the hall with dazzling smiles.

Wherever each beauty went, the air filled with drifting fragrance and shadowy figures, dreamlike and illusory. Yet in secret, chilling winds swept through, cold to the bone, as countless malevolent spirits quietly came into being.

But the giant let out a roar and swung a punch at Pei Ling. Its fist wind was as sharp as a blade, tearing through the ghostly realm. It was completely unaffected by the Eternal Curse Divine Ability and the Bewitching Bone Rakshasa Painting!

One of its fists was as large as a Human Race dwelling. The entire hall seemed to freeze; the air was drawn in, gathered, and compressed before crashing down on Pei Ling!

Pei Ling neither dodged nor yielded. The Nine Souls Blade shot out with a howl, its saber qi razor-sharp. Crimson-red light coiled through the blood-colored blade qi as he unleashed the Blood Fall Curse.

Boom!!

The saber qi collided with the fist, unleashing a tremendous wave of force