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Dust and smoke slowly settled with broken vines and torn leaves.
Tuo Ba Xiong slowly pushed himself upright on his charred bronze bracer. Shattered bone armor intertwined with newly grown flesh across his chest.
His gaze swept over the unconscious Wu Gu on the ground, passed the rigid Li Sha, and finally locked onto the indistinct figure in azure within the smoke.
His voice was hoarse, blood frothing and rasping in his throat. "Chen Xin Yi... you really are strong... but trampling over us... won't be so easy."
"True disciples of Infinite Hall, find life in the jaws of death!"
He abruptly curled his index finger. A speck of dark, almost tangible Soul Power essence gathered at its tip, and he drove it hard into his chest.
"Secret technique: Return Soul from Nine Hells!"
A stagnant aura of death silently spread.
A cold, hard gray film instantly covered the torn flesh and broken bones in his chest. His entire presence fell utterly still.
But that stillness lasted only an instant.
A dense series of sliding, misaligning bones sounded beneath his flesh.
Cold deathly energy forcibly glued the broken, deformed parts together and fixed them in place.
Tuo Ba Xiong, who should have fallen, forced himself upright at the cost of overdrawing his reserves. The dull bronze sheen across his body turned into a heavy, dark metallic luster.
"Hah, Fourth Soul Skill: Drought Demon Body."
His skin abruptly hardened, taking on the rough, cold gleam of an ore vein.
His physical defense soared. Corpse Qi as dense as lead and mercury surged within his heavy body, granting him a brief increase in strength. His movements slowed somewhat, however, and every step sank deep into the shattered paving stones.
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