Three Thousand Resentful Spirits

In truth, Zhu Sanchi himself was an Awakened with high offense and low defense.

His primary attribute, like Liu Sishan's, was Mental Strength. He had only survived Zhu Rina's little sun because he wore armor provided by his family.

"It's not over yet!"

At that moment, Zhu Yanbing, who was also lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes. The whites of his eyes turned black, while dense blood vessels spread from his chest throughout his body. His injuries began to heal rapidly.

He instantly looked at Zhang Ping, and the tentacles behind him elongated, thrusting upward from below.

Although Zhang Ping maintained the towering appearance of the Grim Reaper, his true body had actually turned into a mass of pure water curled up inside the Grim Reaper.

The tentacles struck the illusory Nether Mist and passed straight through it, failing to hit Zhang Ping's true body.

Then Zhang Ping controlled the Nether Mist like scissors, severing the tentacles one after another.

His body of pure water rapidly deformed as he manipulated the Nether Mist to sweep up the Fear War Scythe from the ground and slash it directly at Zhu Yanbing.

Zhu Yanbing hurriedly rolled aside to evade the scythe's strike.

The attack missed.

Zhang Ping immediately swung the scythe again, but Zhu Rina, who had just landed, wrapped the scythe from afar with a flaming whip.

"What are you standing around for? Get him!"

Feng Laixian shouted and immediately charged toward Zhu Rina, over ten meters away. Zhu Rina had no choice but to abandon the flaming whip and focus on dealing with Feng Laixian.

In fact, only a few seconds had passed since the three of them had joined forces against Zhang Ping. Once everyone came to their senses, they immediately rushed toward their assigned opponents.

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