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The ground caved in as well, the monk’s face slightly changed, feeling numbness in his palm, his Zen Staff quivering uncontrollably, his legs remaining still as he was forced to retreat over ten meters across the ground. Deep trenches were left in his wake, and the once-clean black shoes and white socks were now stained with sticky soil.
Ban Poluo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, reaching up to touch it, he found fresh blood on his fingertips.
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