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... cultivation was severely diminished, and she could barely stand.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her.
She formed a hand seal and chanted: "With my soul, I summon the Death God, invoke the Ghost Fire!"
Yet, there was no response.
She bit her lip, sweat beads soaking the loose strands of hair by her temples.
"Death God, am I not devoted enough, or are you unwilling to help?"
The silver light cast by the gray-robed immortal grew fiercer.
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