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A gust of cold wind blew across the room, and Ji Yun, the second prince, felt a chill run up his spine. The faces of Wu Hen and the others who were heavily injured in the opposite side of the deep pit turned extremely gloomy.

"Wang Feihu, are you still not going to attack?" The Second Prince, Ji Yun, had a ferocious look on his face as he roared at the dazed Wang Feihu