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The fog thickened, and everything around them began to blur. Nothing remained clear.

Both Tie Nanhe outside the Gilded Palace and Luo Feng's group within noticed the change. Their expressions turned wary.

"Master, this fog interferes with spiritual sense," Tablo said gravely after testing it.

"He came after all." Luo Feng grew solemn. He had never felt so helpless. The enemy was hidden, and he had no way to predict when he would strike. "We don't know how strong he is. Sixth, Tablo, go scout the area. Try not to stray too far from each other."

"Yes, Master!"

Luo Feng sent them outside. By then, fog had engulfed the entire area around the Gilded Palace. His spiritual sense could not pinpoint either of them; through their soul connection, he could only sense their general locations.

Soon—

"Master, the enemy's here!" Tablo alerted Luo Feng through their soul connection.

A pitch-black figure suddenly emerged from the fog near Tablo, long blade in hand. He struck from ambush, his blade flashing toward Tablo's head. The strike carried the power of a Sixth Source Saint Realm expert. Tablo's expression changed sharply as he sensed the danger.

The strike came too fast, too suddenly. His attacker was stronger, and Tablo could not block it. The blade struck his head, and a violent burst of divine power began destroying his divine body.

"Get away!" Tablo thrust his six spears over ten thousand times in rapid succession. He struggled to drive the enemy back, then hurriedly retreated.

But that single slash had destroyed more than ten percent of his divine body!

"Master, he's strong! One slash damaged eleven percent of my divine body," Tablo reported through their soul connection, anxiety in his voice.

Luo Feng sensed the change in Tablo's aura. His expression darkened further.

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