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The poison from the masked Jinmian had completely vanished.
In its place was a hole three zhang deep.
Ten masked Jinmians stood in a circle, seemingly bidding farewell to their departed brother.
All wearing golden masks, it was difficult to discern their facial expressions at the moment, yet everyone present could sense the aura emanating from them, filled with a somber atmosphere.
Cat Emperor was gently panting, having expended the most in the recent battle. Even with the elixir given by Feng Yin, she still felt overwhelmed, wishing to end this fight soon and find a place to recuperate.
Meanwhile, Peng Wanli stood with arms crossed in front of Feng Yin and Dong Xiaoyan, eyes flickering with killing intent, unmovable like a mountain.
At this moment, Peng Wanli was certain the opposition had used all their aces.
He hadn't even utilized the subsidiary power he had placed on Feng Yin; just by their own strength, Feng Yin and Dong Xiaoyan had dealt with the hidden crisis.
