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... tually doing one thing over and over again.

That was continuously adjusting the amount and ratio of the two types of mana core powder, water and fire. Other than that, nothing else changed.

“Is there something wrong?”

Shannon rushed to answer, “In theory, if the water and fire elements reached the right ratio, it would be able to maintain a perfect balance and achieve a state where water and fire exist together.”

“For example, a level-five spell that combines wate ...

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