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The residual soul vanished, and Lancelot and Bernard quickly returned to normal. Fortunately, besides feeling a bit dizzy and groggy, they weren't harmed.
Just now, the two of them plunged directly into a dark, icy cellar within the Illusion Realm. If they had stayed longer, it might have led to brain death.
"Brother Fang, what just happened?" They asked each other with lingering fear, leaning on each other to sit beside the sarcophagus. Although no serious harm was done, they still felt somewhat exhausted and anxious.
"Oh, it's just a remnant will, a trivial matter, don't worry about it!" Fang Jueyu waved his hand, "Why don't you two rest for a while?"
Seeing their unwilling expressions, Fang Jueyu added, "Don't worry, there's a share for everyone. Once we leave here, we'll split the spoils!"
Upon hearing this, their expressions slightly eased.
