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The black shadow like a crane was billowing with thick smoke, dragging air waves thousands of feet long and swooping down from the clouds. When it was only ten feet away from Song Ziqi, it quickly shrank, and when it fell into Song Ziqi's palm, it turned into a bright and fiery red ball that was only seven or eight inches in size. Paper crane....