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The Golden Core Elder had used a spell, leaving him exhausted, and he was now resting after taking some Pills.
"Oh... Master, save us..."
He heard the Ghost Cultivators' cries for help from inside the Hell Palace again, and he couldn't help but curse, "Which damn dead Dragon keeps opposing this old man, is there ever an end to this?"
Exhausted, he continued to exert his Spiritual Power, issuing a palm strike on the magical treasure of the Hell Palace.
Feeling his Golden Core cultivation becoming more and more strenuous, he reluctantly took out Spirit Stones from his storage bag, which Grandfather Huang Chen had dedicated to him, and laid out a Formation on the ground.
Many Spirit Stones were consumed before he felt the Hell Palace gradually restored to its original state.
The Golden Core Elder wiped the sweat from his forehead, experiencing a crisis for the first time in his nervous life.
