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... the Ghost King finally passed out as he had wished.
The greedy ghosts who had rushed over, hoping to share in the spoils, were now like moths to a flame, unable to stop their advance, all turned to dust and smoke.
The Dharma Image of the Dragon Spirit, suspended in midair, was casually shaken by a hand reaching out from the void, as if it was flicking away a Little Chicken, and it calmed down as well.
Just a moment ago, they swarmed over, a dark mass covering the sky, but ...
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