In a secluded valley, a wisp of black light suddenly appeared.
Then the black light grew rapidly, gradually forming the shape of a person.
With a "rip" sound, the figure seemed to be torn apart by some force, causing ripples in the surrounding void.
Finally, a hand emerged from the figure, followed by a torso, a head, and then legs.
"Whew, I'm finally alive again."
Zhu Fei took deep breaths of the surrounding air, his face filled with lingering fear.
Because just moments ago, when he charged towards the Ancient Sword Demon and turned to attack the high altar, he indeed had fallen.
If he hadn't secretly activated the power of the substitute doll earlier, he might not have survived.
Even so, the feeling of truly dying shook Zhu Fei's heart greatly.
But it was this experience of genuine death that gave Zhu Fei a clearer understanding of the Death Heavenly Book.
Moreover, all the injuries he had sustained were replaced by the substitute doll.
