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Dercion, uttering incomprehensible sounds, slowly raised his staff.

And then.

Kwaaaaaaaaaah—!

The black beam we had seen earlier struck us once again.

Fortunately, it wasn't as massive as before, perhaps because he lacked the time to gather enough demonic energy.

Crackle!

Just as I was about to lean back while channeling electricity,

Shwaaaaaaaaaah—!

A cold chill rose from behind, freezing the beam solid.

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