A path of light shot into the sky.
Li Ming stood on one side, An Yang on the other, and in the middle was the ball of water vapor with specks of golden light.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the moment this light path appeared, a thought appeared in the minds of every spectator. A fatal blow! All the arrangements, all the ambushes, were so perfect, so unexpected.
With so many ambushes, how could it not be a fatal blow?
As Li Ming moved his finger, the water vapor in the middle began to drizzle.
Little Cloud and Rain Art!
Everyone who was waiting for the final attack was stunned. If many people couldn't recognize the finger technique and formation just now, then they clearly recognized the Water Drop Technique. No one cared how much time Li Ming had spent to finish casting the Water Drop Art. The first thought in everyone's mind was why it was the Water Drop Art.
