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... ixote nodded politely, gently placing his hand on Aiwass’s shoulder.

The next moment.

The Void leisurely strolled towards Aiwass.

Don Quixote, summoned once more, was again torn apart by the Void...yet he managed to hold out for some time.

Aiwass, standing still with eyes slightly closed, suddenly erupted with a storm of shadows—

It was the "Shadow Cloak"!

The Shadow Power exploded suddenly, and Aiwass vanished in an instant.

The next momen ...

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