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Amidst the heavy breathing, one could hear a faint moan.

Zhao Yusheng's eyes were closed tightly, and his lips were bloodless. However, blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the ground.

At this moment, Zhao Yusheng was completely wrapped up by the spell formation written with blood.

The blood was like blood veins, wrapping around Zhao Yusheng bit by bit