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Even in death, his eyes remained fixed on Yan Xiaobao.
Yan Xiaobao looked at the deceased Chen Yue, then suddenly collapsed to the ground. His inner spiritual energy had been greatly depleted, leaving him dizzy and fragile like a balloon. He stood there, trembling, swaying back and forth, his complexion pale. He could hardly believe he had actually killed all those people.
When he recalled the events that had just occurred, he suddenly noticed a sweet taste, the blood seeping from his mouth.
"I'm bleeding..." he thought. "I... I was almost killed!" Injuries covered him all over, especially on his shoulder. All around him were countless burns, flaring with pain. As Yan Xiaobao remembered the battle, fear surged within him, and he shivered.
