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"Puh!!!"
The dagger pushed out, hitting nothing but air, yet from ahead a dull thud resounded as if flesh and blood were being cleaved by a sharp blade.
Qing's body shuddered as she looked up, only to see an indistinct, towering figure clad in pitch-black armor, astride a ghastly white warhorse, wielding a crescent blade that cruelly struck down upon "Doctor Mo."
The blade, too, was a ghastly white, except for a slash of bright red at the edge, seemingly as thin as paper, but in his hands it faced no obstruction, delivering a force of a thousand jin that cleaved Doctor Mo's head in two.
However...
"Roar!"
Although its head had been split open, its mouth and throat cut in half, it still let out an extreme roar and leaped forward, wrapping its arms around the Ghost General and its legs around the paper horse, constricting them like a python strangling its prey, with the intent to merge the opponent within its own body.
