Li Xu did not rush forward but stood on his Flying Sword, about two hundred meters away from the two, observing the development of the situation.
The long-anticipated strike of the mage did not take effect, and although the woman sitting on the gourd blocked the surprise attack, it came at no small cost.
Simultaneously, both halted their rapid flight. The mage began to chant incantations rapidly, his hands making dizzying spellcasting gestures, while the woman was closing her eyes, regulating her breath. Within two breaths, her disrupted breathing returned to normal; she opened her eyes, shouted angrily, and slapped the gourd beneath her. Instantly, a jet of water shot forth!
The stream was only as thick as a chopstick when it burst forth from the mouth of the gourd, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge wave. The wave swept forward with immense force toward the mage!
