"Laine, soon you'll understand that resistance is futile."
Casano raised his hand and shouted, "Number 14, 15, 17, Frost Torrent!"
The purple-robed female mage named Amber had a bemused look in her eyes, a red collar around her neck shimmered briefly, and she raised her arm with the magic staff's tip gathering chilling ice elements.
Swish! An ice waterfall surged forth.
Alongside, two more ice waterfalls emerged, triggered by those controlled purple-robed mages of the Secret Magic Hall.
Laine found himself at the center of the three Frost Torrent attacks.
Facing the attack from three advanced mages of near-controller level at the Secret Magic Hall, Laine did not dare to take it head-on, dodging instinctively as a surge of blood shifted him three to four meters sideways.
The three Frost Torrents carved crossing ravines on the snowy ground.
"I actually dodged it?"
