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In the desolate valley, the spiritual golden magic mist floated mistfully, and the full flow of magic flowed like a river bursting its banks in the valley. The young girl watched the mountain bird gradually fly away, with the sterling silver staff in her hand across her chest, and everything stagnated. The magic power in the sky began to gather, and the overwhelming magic circle took shape. The girl stood awe-inspiring, alone, facing thousands of troops. Listen, the prelude to the doomsday has quietly played...