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The old man wished he could teleport back immediately and tear them all to pieces!
"Alas, if half must die, then let half die. It's better than the complete devastation of our clan."
His rage was suffused, ultimately dissolving into a long sigh.
Faced with imminent death, he still had to pave the way for his family's bloodline, ensuring that even in death, his Spirit would not rest in peace.
The old man's once vibrant spirit now dissipated more than half, and the vitality within him dwindled significantly at this moment.
Were it not for a powerful obsession sustaining him, he might have instantly succumbed to his natural demise.
But at this moment, he could only drag his frail body and forcibly suppress his final breath to excise the tumorous blight within his clan. This was done to ensure the continuation of the family bloodline, preventing its annihilation by the Death Lord.
"By doing this, will he still willingly enter your Great Formation?"
