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Raphael abandoned the zombies as well and sprinted forward for all he was worth. Soon, he had left the two disciples of the Penglai Immortal Sect far behind.
He chuckled. He had every confidence in a Zombie's running ability.
After running for a while, Raphael realized that this space seemed far too large. He had run in one direction for so long, yet he still hadn't encountered a cavern wall!
Seeing that his pursuers hadn't caught up, Raphael slowly stopped. Everything around him was pitch-black, as though darkness had swallowed him.
Just then, Raphael's spirituality sensed something, and he abruptly looked up.
Several shriveled corpses hung from the cavern ceiling-or rather, they couldn't quite be described as hanging, since no ropes held them in place. They seemed to be suspended by illusory threads.
A breeze from some unknown source made them sway gently, as though performing an eerie dance.
Raphael raised a hand to them. "Hello. Is it comfortable hanging up there?"
The drifting corpses suddenly froze, clearly not expecting Raphael to greet them.
At the same time, Raphael noticed that all the corpses' faces pointed in the same direction.
He smiled. "Thank you for showing me the way. Goodbye."
With that, he waved and headed in the direction the corpses were facing.
The corpses began swaying again, somewhat agitated. Explain yourself! When the hell did we show you the way?
Beneath the Northern Continent's East Coast.
Raphael was working with Mr. C to fight a dragon. The dragon was enormous, with tough scales, but fortunately, its level was only slightly above Sequence 5.
The dragon's main abilities were lightning and hurricanes, though it occasionally used Flesh Magic and psychological attacks as well.
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