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The Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch was extremely formidable; even Earth Level peak Martial Artists could not gain an advantage in front of him, yet Ding Fan—a young man just over twenty years old—had actually managed to seriously injure the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch!
Fang Ruo looked at Ding Fan, who was beside her, with a face full of shock.
Having always been hailed as a genius, it was only in front of Ding Fan that Fang Ruo realized just how vast the gap was between herself and a true genius.
The only person worthy of the title of genius might just be this handsome young man.
"How are you feeling?" Fang Ruo staggered over to Ding Fan's side, her body swaying.
During the effort to break the Ghost Soldiers Formation, Fang Ruo herself had sustained considerable injuries, and she forced herself to Ding Fan's side.
"I'm okay..." Ding Fan sat on the ground, gasping for air in great gulps.
Just how perilous the situation had been, no one knew better than Ding Fan himself.
