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Pang Jian observed in secret.
When he activated the "Burrowing" talent of the Mysterious Turtle shell, as long as he stayed underground without moving, his Qi and Blood consumption wasn't too severe.
He dared to remain still, but the bald evil cultivator on the surface did not dare to stay put, constantly repeating the strange posture of soaring and landing.
——This situation was clearly to Pang Jian's advantage.
"Evil cultivator..."
Without any hurry to make a move, Pang Jian's palm produced a withered leaf.
Infusing it with a thread of Spiritual Power, he squinted and perceived silently, noticing the Spiritual Power slowly flowing along the natural veins of the leaf.
The leaf suddenly released an aura that made all vitality wither and die.
All beings, everything, seemed destined to destruction and withering under the malevolent power within the leaf.
Pang Jian frowned as he comprehended the dead silence and withering evils within.
