His voice echoed in the air, tinged with a hint of madness and provocation.
Malsistha’s pupils contracted slightly, a faint unease stirring within—just what on earth was this human planning?!
Devereux’s figure flashed across the battlefield, his wand waving without a single pause. His attacks grew increasingly precise and merciless, while the [Extraction of the Lord of Higher Dimensions] upon him was undergoing a continuous transformation—
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