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... power, and that she was also facing the grinning demon head-on.

A Heavenly Disaster Class, as strong as a powerful Heavenly Dipper General!

Surely not even a ninth-grade light resonance was a match for this!

And if she didn't succeed in one blow, the grinning demon would surely tear her to bits. One could only imagine what the loss of their champion would do for the defenders' morale and firepower. 𝘧𝚛𝗲𝘦𝚠𝙚𝙗𝙣o𝙫𝗲𝚕.𝐜o𝓂

Still, there was no second thought in ...

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