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But even as the Misty Mountain Range shook violently, these pitiable furnace cauldrons were still foolishly standing in place.
There was no light in their eyes.
They shook all over, like lambs waiting for slaughter.
"In the cultivation world, there are even worse fates than this, they are lucky to be alive,"
Ye Feng sighed.
He stretched out his hand and released five strands of Wind Element Spirit Energy, connecting with nature's spiritual energy around him to form a large expanse of Spirit Rain, which washed over the Misty Mountain Range.
All corpses were incinerated by Ye Feng.
The earth began to recover.
The tens of thousands of furnace cauldrons who bathed in the Spirit Rain healed from their injuries and their physical conditions returned to their peak state.
But even so, their hearts' wounds were lifelong and difficult to heal.
"You are free now."
