The cyan fox tail spun like a windmill, and instantly transformed into more than a dozen phantoms, appearing in several directions at the same time, easily dodging the four thick and clumsy arms.

at the same time.

The witch in mid-air let out a soft chirp, the magic book in her hand shone brightly, and colorful spells rained down, 'watering' on the arm that broke out from the dust.

The arm suddenly made a harsh curse, and a big mouth full of sharp teeth hurriedly crawled from the palm of the hand to the hand.

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