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The gigantic sword image was like a torrent, breaking through all of the dark magic as if it was dried. On the other hand, Head of the Dark Council was still unable to break free from the gigantic sword image even after retreating.

"Ai Bote, you forced my hand!"

Suddenly, the Head of the Dark Council let out a sharp cry, following that, a large amount of black light surged out of his body