The Ghost Mark woman hissed, her face cold. A supple power of water arose in her soft palms, condensing into a drop of pure water.
She didn't say anything that didn't make sense, snatching over them from a distance. That waterdrop became like a massive sea pouring down from the sky.
That waterdrop was as big as a rice grain. It was crystal clear with a soft halo and immense steam. While falling, it enlarged. Shortly after, it became as big as a fist, bringing the power of a thousand-man army and the confining power of water.
Shi Yan, Fei Lan, Leona and Ka Tuo became stern. Their spinning soul altars were like they were held back in a bog, which delayed their power Upanishad and slowed down their energy circulation.
Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh!
The water drop fell. Ear-piercing explosions echoed like a mountain had just collapsed.
The Ghost Mark man had peculiar bearings. He smiled brightly and two fire snakes flew out of his eyes.
