Walter Locke's gaze suddenly narrowed, and with a casual wave of his hand, another mist of water fell, seemingly intending to extinguish the fireball.
However, that fireball swelled with the wind and easily broke through the mist, charging towards Walter Locke at high speed.
Walter Locke's face finally changed, he frantically waved several streams of mana, and only when the fireball was close did he manage to disperse it barely.
He let out a slight sigh of relief and sneered, "So you are indeed a cultivator."
Greg Jensen leaped into the air, floating halfway up, and looked down at him coldly, disdainful, "Ha, what kind of cultivator are you? This is what cultivators can do."
He raised his hand towards Walter Locke, and with a surge of mana, several fireballs flew out, almost completely sealing off all of Walter Locke's escape routes.
