"Is summoning a **** flesh worm worthy of your pride?"

Heather couldn't understand the opponent's way of massacring ordinary people, so she pulled out her sword in disgust. The dual elements of wind and water lingered on the sword body. Between lightning and flint, the worm's head tilted and fell heavily to the ground. The smooth cut surface did not even have flesh and blood. trace.

Heather flicked the blade lightly, throwing the sticky blood aside, but the summoner in the mist smiled and clapped his hands.

"Smooth and fluid attack motion

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