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Whoosh.
Shao Zifeng grunted, his body exhausted as he leaned against the cold bluestone wall, dotted with droplets of blood.
Sweat mingled with blood trickled down his pale face as he looked down at his chest where a patch of crimson had soaked through his shirt, spreading quickly around it, his slender fingers trembling slightly.
"Miscalculated," Shao Zifeng shook his head, feeling dizzy from blood loss, with a buzzing in his ears.
Since a while ago, the Nightmare Shadow Servant's emotions have been nearly uncontrollable, and even after allowing it to attack him twice in a row, it hasn't calmed down.
Perhaps.
Next time, it might not hold back.
Shao Zifeng calmly watched the shadows flit across the darkness, a thought involuntarily surfacing in his mind.
If he died, he wondered what effect it would have on Qiuqiu and the others in the pet space.
