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... t overbearing kind of poisoning of low-level potions.
Mycroft squinted his eyes slightly, his thoughts were flowing, and he cast a third-level wind magic—Wind Wall Art very cautiously!
A gust of violent air blew up in the night!
Only a wall of wind with blurred edges but blue light blooming in the central area suddenly appeared in front of him.
The fierce airflow, although narrow, the liquid splashed by the blue-haired woman was blown back at a faster speed ...
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