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The atmosphere in the stone house was tense, and Chen Mu's face was also gloomy.
He had come to Feng'an City to find a way back to the Yang Realm, never expecting that this place would turn out to be a quagmire, trapping him by the River of Oblivion.
He had thought that building a Ghost Gate would allow him to escape to Beyond Heaven. But now, with the Ghost Gate smashed by Li Wuyou, constructing a new one would surely take months. And Qingyang City would not just stand by as they built another Ghost Gate.
Chen Mu stared fiercely at the stone on the square table, full of cracks.
Despite being on guard against everything, he had not expected a Qingyang City spy to isolate the essence of the River of Oblivion and lure Li Wuyou into attacking the Ghost Gate.
"Damn Qingyang City!"
"Son of a bitch spy!"
As he was cursing the bastard who created the Extinguishing Breath Stone, a sudden thought occurred to him.
