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The newcomers were Xu Sanshi and Thunderbolt Beibei.
Xu Sanshi wore an expression of pride and smug satisfaction, a heavy aura unfolding behind him.
Thunderbolt Beibei stood tall, golden lightning curling around his body.
Both were Soul Douluo-level powerhouses. Although their cultivation was inferior to Wang Yanfeng's group, Wang Yanfeng and the other three had gone through successive bitter battles and had expended a tremendous amount of Soul Power.
Faced with these two Eight-Ring Soul Douluos poised to strike, no one dared claim they could defeat them with absolute certainty.
Their target in this ambush had originally been Wang Yanfeng, the leader, but unexpectedly, Jiang Yixi had blocked the attack with her body.
Jiang Yixi was still vomiting blood in great mouthfuls, and her clothes had been completely dyed a shocking dark red.
Wang Yanfeng held Jiang Yixi in his arms with a guilt-ridden expression. His arms were careful and trembling, his voice hoarse and choked with emotion.
"You really are so foolish... so foolish... Why did you block that attack for me?"
His voice carried pain and self-reproach. His eyes were red and wet, as if flames burned within them.
Jiang Yixi was still coughing up blood in great mouthfuls. Her voice came in broken fragments as she spoke those few words one by one. "Wang Yanfeng... actually... I like you..."
As she spoke, she slowly raised her delicate fingers and gently stroked Wang Yanfeng's anguished cheek.
Her fingertips felt as cold and gentle as melting snowflakes. The corners of her lips lifted slightly into a smile.
At that moment, Wang Yanfeng could no longer control his emotions. Anxiety, grief, pain, and rage twisted together into a savage expression across his face.
Tears slid from the corners of his eyes.