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Zhenmo Jiang drew his long sword and cautiously moved forward.
Zhen Mo Wei exchanged glances with the others, each of them pulling out their weapons and following closely behind Zhenmo Jiang.
They had no idea how long they had been walking when they finally entered the chamber. The sight of the massive tiger corpse startled them; it was none other than the Tiger King.
Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they stumbled upon Mo Lao's lifeless body, leaving them in shock. Their companion was dead too.
"Is this mutual destruction?" one of the Zhen Mo Wei members exclaimed in disbelief.
Zhenmo Jiang snapped back to reality, a smile of survival spreading across his face. "It seems so; they have all perished."
"Wow, that's great! We don't have to die now!" Zhen Mo Wei sighed in relief, excitement bubbling within him.
"Alright, let's secure this area and ensure no one approaches. I will report this immediately," Zhenmo Jiang quickly regained his composure.
"Yes, sir."
Meanwhile, Fu Zun, who had been preparing for death, received this news and was initially incredulous before jumping up in excitement with a loud shout.
He never expected such an outcome—mutual destruction could happen like this.
Then he remembered something important and hurriedly told the Advisor to check on Zhen Mo Si to see if he was alright.
The Advisor's expression changed as he realized that if Zhen Mo Si had died in Qingshan Mansion, even if it was due to a demon attack, Fu Zun would undoubtedly face repercussions.
The Advisor quickly agreed and rushed out in haste.
In the inn, Qin Feng watched in amazement as the Black Snake coiled around Qin Wan'er’s hand; it was truly working.
At that moment, the Black Snake's tail transformed into a needle-like point and pierced into Qin Waner's arm.
Essence began to flow into her body.
Qin Feng's consciousness delved into Qin Waner's being, witnessing the crimson essence merging with her form.
As she slept soundly, Qin Wan'er underwent a tremendous transformation; black filth erupted from her skin, emitting an unbearable stench, while patches of dead skin began to shed.
The little fox watched in shock at this scene—this was a cleansing of her very essence; it was altering her constitution.
Such occurrences were usually said to require precious heavenly materials or earthly treasures to achieve such effects.
Yet now, this Black Snake could accomplish it effortlessly, though she had no idea how it managed to do so.
Qin Feng furrowed his brows and summoned Black Snake back. Although the essence of flesh and blood was a valuable item, Qin Wan'er was in poor health and could only endure so much; he understood the principle that one cannot recover from weakness with excessive nourishment.
Hmm? Qin Wan'er twitched her brows and wrinkled her nose. What was that awful smell? She opened her eyes and raised her hand to rub them, but a thunderous noise erupted.
Qin Feng was pushed out, while the little fox called for hot water to bathe Qin Wan'er. Qin Feng touched his nose and shook his head. Was such a reaction really necessary?
In a grove outside Qingshan Mansion, a sudden flash of purple light appeared, revealing two people who looked somewhat disheveled.
Phew, we finally escaped. The Old Man wiped the cold sweat from his brow and plopped down onto the ground.
Wu Lao frowned. Can you explain to me why we ended up here?
The Old Man glanced at him. Young man, I wasted a teleportation talisman. He pressed his hand against his chest; his heart still ached.
Wu Lao remained silent, merely watching him.
Sighing, Wu Lao continued, I was just about to sleep when I suddenly had an impulse to calculate our situation. I realized that if we didn't leave, we would undoubtedly die.
Wu Lao's expression changed. He was aware of this person's abilities. Really? Could it be that you miscalculated?
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