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It wasn't long before,
the cultivations of Yu Baicang and the others from the Wutian Sect had all been drained by Shen Feng.
The sensation of their cultivation rapidly draining away bit by bit was more agonizing than being killed directly.
To fall from high and mighty cultivators to mere mortals in an instant is a disparity not every ordinary person can tolerate.
After their cultivations were drained, Yu Baicang and the others aged significantly and were completely soaked with sweat from their clothing.
One by one, they all collapsed to the ground, gasping for air non-stop, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Shen Feng paid no attention to these people. Focusing spiritual energy on the cracked ground, he temporarily stabilized the floor on the brink of collapse, and glanced at Zhao Bingren as he ordered, "Don't let anyone come here. If you can't even handle this little task, then I see no need for you to keep on living."
After speaking,
