Weaving Through the Battlefield

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Zhao Manyan realized something as they were discussing the topic.

"That's right, that goddamned monk knows how to control the rain!" Zhao Manyan exclaimed.

Wu Ku had gathered the raindrops and turned them into a three-layered barrier around himself at the Eighth Mound!

Zhao Manyan was also a Water Mage, but his control of the Water Element was nowhere as strong as Wu Ku's. He'd had a strange feeling about Wu Ku's Water Magic, too!

"The Evil Herbalist knows how to produce the Frenzy Liquid. If Wu Ku is the Head Priest, he must have his uses to Salan!" Mo Fan stared at the crystal orb.

The image in the crystal orb was extremely small, yet he could still see Wu Ku releasing his Water Magic.

He was like a mist-producing machine. Mo Fan noticed a cloudy gas rising into the sky, like a moving gray mountain!