"Call God Guard." The voice of the mantra was low and magnetic, with a faint hint of gentleness.

The silver magic light poured out from the tip of the wand, like yarn, like smoke, like water mist, rolling on the ground.

In a short while, silver seedlings grew out of the fog, quickly uplifting, growing branches and leaves, and stretching.

Like rain in the opposite direction, the silver mist in the mist drifted towards the sky and turned into the sky on the ceiling of the office.

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