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The white-haired old man stood gracefully, his white hair and white beard fluttering in the wind, quite a bit like an old god.

The spiritual weapon he used was also quite fairy-like, it was a thousand-wire fly whisk.

"go!"

The old man uttered a mantra, and thousands of silk whisks flew toward Sirius Welch. During the flight, they suddenly became huge. Thousands of silver threads were like thousands of branches growing rapidly, covering the sky and the...