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... > The thin sword pierced the forehead with a crack, and the last spirit statue lost its strength and fell to the ground with a clatter. The female mercenary leader, with long fiery red hair, held the sword with one hand, panting and looking around. Her emerald green eyes reflected the ground covered with bones and mercenary corpses. The battle had ended, and although it came at a great cost, they had managed to repel the attackers.
Yuta exhaled, sheathed the thin sword into the sword sca ...
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