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... rays, or bizarre creatures, he used the Six-Star Sparkle skill for all of them.

This skill could only be used once per round, which meant he could use it again only after reaching a new level. As for the aftermath of using the skill, he left it to the other members of the guild.

Fourteen Continents was responsible for paving the way with water skills, while Double Stream Storm quickly froze enemies, and Pattering Little Horse and others provided mana support to the guild members.

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“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

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