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"Pu!"
Shen Feng, whose body flew backward, felt a sweetness in his throat as warm fresh blood sprayed from his mouth. He experienced an intense and unbearable sense of oppression throughout his body, breathing heavily without any sign of the tumultuous blood qi within him subsiding.
Crouching slightly, Shen Feng didn't pay heed to the changes in his body. His gaze was fixed on the place where the Prophecy Stele had burst.
At that moment,
He held his breath in anticipation, only to see a white apparition with its back to him. It was likely just a sliver of consciousness or Divine Sense of someone, originally sealed within the stele.
The terrifying aura that had burst forth from the Prophecy Stele probably stemmed from this white apparition.
Shen Feng slowly stood up straight. He could feel unfathomable energy fluctuations emanating from the apparition. Could it be that this phantom's real body was the creator of the Prophecy Stele?
