As long as a person has a handle, they have a weakness, and this so-called Shaman is no exception.
Wusha's mind spun rapidly, considering whether to strike first, when suddenly a warning arose in his heart. Looking up, he saw Mo Hua's fair finger pointed at him.
Witchcraft?
Wusha's pupils shrank, and he instinctively activated his spiritual power.
As expected, almost the next instant, a fireball with a black edge flew from the fair fingertip, heading straight for his chest at a strange speed.
Still this fireball...
Wusha frowned, then sneered coldly in his heart, activating his Barbarian Armor and gathering all his strength at his chest.
The next instant, the fireball exploded.
The fire spiritual power controlled by divine thought wriggled chaotically like worms.
Wusha was blasted back five or six steps, his Barbarian Armor cracked, and the scorching pain of fire qi and the icy cold of evil qi on his chest made his complexion change drastically.
Impossible!
