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"": "Zhou Sanming laughed.
He laughed because, although Luo Bin had outwitted him again and produced the utterly unexpected Primordial Purple Flower Lantern, nearly dealing him a devastating blow,
even then, Luo Bin had not truly managed to do anything to him.
A weapon at the level of Yang Spirit Projection had been thrust into his mouth, yet it could not penetrate another few inches. The Three-Altars Abbey Master was the strange one; the sound of those incantations disrupted his Yin Spirit so badly that he had been pinned down.
Of course, there was another reason: he had been wounded by the Heavenly Thunder of a Real Person from Cloud Brocade Mountain under Celestial Master Abbey, damaging his Yin Spirit.
From beginning to end, he had never fully recovered.
Moreover, he could not wield his Yin Spirit freely. Restricted by the Corpse Prison, he could not unleash even thirty percent of his strength.
Even so, Luo Bin had exhausted every scheme at his disposal and still could not escape alive.
A pathetic clown would always be a pathetic clown.
What did a little luck matter?
But now, Zhou Sanming's laughter abruptly stopped!
What had happened to the Three-Altars Abbey Master's Yin Spirit was horrifying.
This was Yin Spirit Projection.
Even if the Three-Altars Abbey Master had only just achieved it, Zhou Sanming could not be certain his own Yin Spirit was stronger. After all, the Three-Altars Abbey Master had practiced corpse cultivation for years, while he had yet to become a corpse and lacked an endless supply of yin energy to sustain his Yin Spirit.
Yet now, the Three-Altars Abbey Master's Yin Spirit had actually been injured?
He had attacked Luo Bin, only to suffer backlash instead?
Zhou Sanming looked again at the peculiar Medicinal Pellet