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Zisang Ming pulled me behind him first, and then I brushed past the black shadow.

"How dare you!"

Zisang Ming's face was about to turn frosty, and he stabbed his sword towards the black figure. A blue and purple ghost flame instantly ignited in the dormitory's corridor.

The temperature of the Netherworld Ghost Flame is not something that ordinary people in the mortal world can withstand