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Elder Michael was in a dire state. 

He had fought with every ounce of his strength to suppress the evil qi wreaking havoc inside his body, but it was a losing battle. 

The malevolent energy surged through him, wild and uncontrollable, destroying his inner organs with each passing moment. 

All he could manage was to slow its progression, but he was powerless to fully expel it. 

A 6th-stage Golden Core cultivator simply wasn't a match for a 10th-stage Golden Core expert. 

While there were rare geniuses who could defy such gaps, Elder Michael knew he was not one of them. 

He might have been able to face off against an 8th-stage cultivator, but against someone at peak strength? 

It felt like a child trying to fight an adult.

"Elder Michael." As the pain wracked his body, Elder Michael heard his name being called.