"How could this be?" Folson was stunned.
The manor owners behind him twitched, and their expressions darkened.
They had followed Folson because he had made a solemn vow. However, it seemed like his so-called gold-tier magic was not powerful at all. They did not even see a single ripple on Watson's body.
"Elder Folson..." Wilber held back his anger as he opened his mouth. He did not know what to say.
If Zangwill had not invited Folson, he would have thought that Folson was a spy on Watson's side and was there to mess with him.
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
Folson let out a strange cry. He opened his arms and chanted with blood-red eyes, "Great water element, listen to my call and become an indestructible cannonball! Silver-tier spell—Mine Cannonball."
