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Wan Hoe was kneeling on the ground. There were more than ten wounds on his body, and blood was dripping from them.

Two corpses were lying beside him. Two more were severely injured and had lost their ability to fight.

The golden blade was stabbed into the ground beside him, and the glow on its surface had become much dimmer.

And around him, there were over twenty corpses of Soul Devouring Race