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... mortal had fallen.
For a brief moment, no one moved.
No one breathed.
Cultivators—mortal and immortal alike—stared at the place where Li Zhenhe had stood only moments ago.
There was no corpse. No shattered bones. No lingering soul that could be revived either.
Nothing!
As if he had never existed.
"He... he’s dead?"
A trembling voice broke the stillness from somewhere on the battlefield.
That single sentence was enough.
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