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Somewhere deep inside a dark forest, a battered figure leaned heavily against a tree.
Peng Jianwei's body was a mess.
His right arm was completely missing, the wound roughly sealed by residual energy, and the rest of him was covered in injuries severe enough that each breath came out rough and uneven.
Blood stained what remained of his clothes, and his usually composed posture had been reduced to someone barely keeping himself upright.
Even so, his mind and eyes was clear.
Through the pain wracking his body, he had finally felt for himself the terrifying might of a true Body Cultivator.
With that broken body of his, he now understood far more clearly why their kind had ruled the previous era before spirit cultivation rose to prominence.
But what filled him with the most anger… was the fact that he had been saved.
His expression twisted as he turned toward the darkness ahead and shouted furiously,
"Lone Harbinger!!! Why did you save me!?"
