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"Are you going to help him?" At this moment, a voice emanated from within the yin wind.
Tan Shuchang remained silent, only lifting his hand in the direction of the voice to make a grasping motion in the air.
In an instant, blood surged out of nowhere, wrapping the yin wind directly. Thus, the vicious ghost within the yin wind met the withered tree in the Blood Pool.
However, neither of them felt like enemies coming face to face at this moment.
Seeing the scene within the Blood Pool, the withered tree suddenly felt as if the issues of Sword Disciple Mountain seemed insignificant. As for that vicious ghost, it naturally felt somewhat panic-stricken and uneasy.
Because it sensed the resentment of the ghosts, a kind of unique malice arising only when a large number of vicious ghosts had perished within the Blood Pool.
Living beings would find it incredibly fragrant and sweet.
