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... stretching into a long, blood colored streak.
Madam Cold Fang moved instantly, throwing up a towering wall of ice between them.
The spirit smashed into it, cracking it apart, but that moment was enough.
Han Yu retreated, flying backward while gathering himself.
Madam Cold Fang appeared beside him in a flash.
"Can you use that again?" she asked sharply.
"A few times," Han Yu replied, breathing hard. "But only if it can be held still long enough." ...
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