At the same time, suddenly in the sky, waves of water appeared, Moska's figure faintly discernible. He wielded a continual stream of magic power in his hands, with jet-black fingers sketching in mid-air. The water waves changed unpredictably like a frenzied giant crocodile, baring claws and fangs, attempting to devour Zhao Yi entirely. Zhao Yi, trapped in the water, his bulging eyeballs seemed like they were about to burst, and his whole body was tightly wrapped by water, leaving no strength to resist.
Far away, those Earth Magic mages watched with shock and some sharp-eyed ones showed doubt on their faces.
How could Moska, who was merely at the rank of Great Mage, unleash such a fierce assault?
A normal person would have exhausted their magic power long ago.
Yet more than ten minutes had passed, and his magic power seemed continuous, with no sign of depletion.
Zhao Yi dodged while observing Moska's situation over there.
