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Chapter 142: A Little Contest of Magic
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... w could he possibly never sleep?
If he kept this up, even if he didn’t die from exhaustion, he would surely go mad first.
What troubled him most was that he had used two different wooden effigy substitutes—one he always carried with him and another activated through his own spells—yet neither worked. This either meant that the other person's cultivation level far exceeded his, or that the person was highly skilled in this particular technique, or perhaps the method itself was exc ...
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