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Gong Simeng wielded a soft whip, the tip of the whip lashed towards the black panther like a blade, with a crisp "snap," seemingly slicing through the air.
Her movements were graceful and agile, her posture charming, like a blooming lotus flower dancing in the wind, each action exuding elegance and sharpness. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Xiang Kun was chanting spells on the side, muttering words, his voice deep and obscure, as if conversing with ancient and mysterious po ...
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