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... - Lightning Bolt] *BBZZTT* A powerful lightning bolt released by Angus towards the incoming Mia.

With such a close distance, Mia couldn't dodge such a fast attack and directly get hit. At once, her body is numb and loses control for a moment. While Mia staggered in the air, a strong wooden tendril emerged from the magic circle in front of Angus and restrained Mia [2nd Circle – Entroot].

Miraculously, the wooden tendril is not directly burned and could restrict Mia's fiery body. ...

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