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"": "Luo Bin felt a chill, then another, then another. Everything was strange, stranger, stranger still!
Even saying he had seen a ghost could not capture how eerie this moment was.
Who exactly was Kong An?
Why did nothing work on him?!
A soft clatter sounded as the Bronze Club hit the floor.
Kong An swept his huge hand out again, seizing Luo Bin by the neck.
Compared to Kong An, Luo Bin was like a frail scholar, lifted straight off the ground and held in midair.
The feeling of suffocation kept washing over him.
The air was squeezed out of his lungs. He could breathe out but not in, and waves of dizziness began sweeping through his head.
Kong An simply watched Luo Bin, the corners of his mouth curling upward. The longer he looked, the more pleased he became.
There was blood on his face-the blood Luo Bin had spat out earlier.
His rough tongue, covered in a white coating, slipped past his lips and licked one corner of his mouth, collecting a few drops of blood.
Luo Bin felt an even deeper chill, goosebumps rising all over him.
Kong An maintained his grip, seemingly intent on waiting until Luo Bin passed out completely before putting him down.
Luo Bin was no longer gasping. There was simply no air left to gasp with.
His consciousness began to grow sluggish.
Why... hadn't Yuan Yinxin appeared?
Last time, when he faced Long Phu, Yuan Yinxin had intervened at the most critical moment...
Why was there no response this time?
Luo Bin felt nothing but resistance and disgust toward Yuan Yinxin.
He wanted nothing whatsoever to do with him.
But in this situation, Yuan Yinxin was their only way out!
Yuan Yinxin had to emerge. He had