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The scale of this spiritual interference was far beyond human capacity, rare in any era, like a grand declaration of its arrival to everyone, full of valiant Qi spirit.
Cen Dongsheng held his forehead, his gaze heavy, looking toward the village obscured by white mist, faintly seeing wisps of blue smoke rising.
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On the other side of the mist, the ghosts of the villagers devoured by the mountain goblin, swept up in this spiritual storm, couldn't even maintain their forms, turning directly into dust, mingling with the sky-full of white ash.
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His head still throbbed faintly, as if cries echoed from afar in his ears.
The mountain goblin had turned into a fool, and after it fell backward with a crash, it didn't move again, like a statue, left for others to slaughter.
This sudden spiritual interference wasn't just powerful, with a huge range, but more importantly, he hadn't found its source within the Ghost House space.