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... Fox, can you create icicles in the air?” Mcgee asked.


They were feeling the free-falling motion, and their speed was getting faster and faster. Their blood vessels felt like they were about to burst out.


The Snow Spirit Fox roared, “I can’t control the elements stably in the air.”


It also wanted to create icicles as they fell, and then step on the icicles to descend, landing steadily on the ground.


But it could not do it at all.


The Snow Spirit ...

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