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Lin Xuemo's face was filled with indescribable fatigue, and her body was on the verge of collapse, as if she would collapse in the next second.

Her body was covered in blood, and there was hardly any part of her that was still intact. Ye Qixuan's heart ached for her. He quickly walked behind her and pressed his palm against her back. A steady flow of spiritual qi rushed into her body