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... n the walls, sliding down about twenty meters until I saw Wen Jing gripping the handle of the Vajra Umbrella. The handle was lodged into the shaft wall, becoming his point of leverage.
Shunfeng was holding onto Wen Jing’s waist, Baozi was holding onto Shunfeng’s ankle, the three of them hanging in a row on the wall.
Baozi’s arm strength was failing, and she was about to lose her grip. I crawled in front of her, letting her climb onto my back.
However, the handle of the Va ...
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