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"Pff."
Everyone abruptly took a step back in unison, their eyes wide with horror as they turned to Qinghe. Despite being accustomed to grand scenes, they found themselves speechless, as if their throats had been blocked.
They watched the dying bird on the ground that, upon contact with the few drops of liquid, suddenly emitted a piercing screech, followed by a stench that filled their nostrils, a stench that instilled viciousness. In just a moment, the bird's body had disappeared, leaving behind only black ash-like remains on the ground. They even witnessed the bird's desperate struggle before it was instantaneously reduced to ashes.
The elder's lips trembled several times, but he was unable to utter a single word.
Everyone fell into a bizarre silence, their eyes filled with complex, indescribable feelings as they looked at Qinghe.
