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After the Soul-Fixation Needle had completely bound the target, the strange illusion in front of him instantly disappeared. Wu Qiong was still standing in the darkness of the corridor.

Roar, struggle, the blood-red shadow opened its eyes wide, within its bulging eyes was a hidden boundless hatred and rage, it wanted nothing more than to dig out Wu Qiong's heart, spleen and lungs and chew them up