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"": "The person gnawed down to bones at the very beginning, the person who had stood before him a moment ago, and the people charging in from either side all looked different. That meant there was far more than one threat here!
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Luo Bin lunged forward.
A fierce gust swept past his back. With a ripping sound, his backpack tore open.
He turned and looked back again.
The "person" who had attacked him from behind was still bent over, seemingly straightening up after exerting tremendous force.
The "people" on either side were closing in.
The dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground trembled. Hands thrust out of them, making it clear that still more people were about to rise!
Luo Bin's scalp prickled in waves!
The Fierce Prison?
Yes. There was no sense of direction here. Everything seemed to be right before his eyes, yet everything was shrouded in a kind of mist. Only the Fierce Prison could do that, because the Fierce Prison itself alternated between reality and illusion.
If he had all his ritual artifacts at hand, he could have attempted Prison-Breaking.
But how could he break out under these circumstances?
Even protecting himself was difficult!
His hand darted to his chest to draw a talisman!
There were still Monk Ghosts and a Green Wraith female ghost inside the Human-Skin Garment.
Too many "people" were coming. He could already be certain they were not alive. He did not have enough Copper Beads, and there was no time to use his gu worms. He could only use ghosts!
He traced the talisman in an instant, but there was no response before him.
Could even ghosts not appear in this place?
In a flash, two people came within