C1050 Solo Against Blood Spirit!

As Xue Ling's gaze shifted toward Qin Chuan, a sense of foreboding washed over him. Instinctively, he stepped back, but Xue Ling closed the dozens of miles between them in a single stride, materializing right before Qin Chuan. His bloodied hand morphed into a razor-sharp spike, thrusting at Qin Chuan's chest!

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At the last possible second