Suddenly, the little blue flag buzzed, and after a wave, specks of blue light emerged and blurred into great waves of water, enveloping Liu Ming's body within them.
Liu Ming, with a look of surprise, made the flag dance wildly in his hand, and the waves surged around as if they were sentient.
His hand trembled holding the flag, and he pointed forward into the void seven or eight times in quick succession.
Instantly, the waves swept up, shooting out seven or eight thick white lines that struck the opposing chamber's walls in a fleeting flash.
The walls, already enchanted with prohibitions, trembled wildly with light, and seven or eight holes of various sizes inexplicably appeared on their surface.
Seeing this, Liu Ming's brows furrowed.
For a middle-grade spiritual weapon, this power was not considered too great.
