The light blue and black-red magic power continually shuttles between the clouds, flickering. Lin Xiaolu and Arrowroot's figures cross and separate, the surrounding magical power fluctuations growing increasingly chaotic and intense, clearly both have pushed their magic power output to the limit.
"Come on, if you have any more tricks, use them quickly now!"
Arrowroot laughs wildly while shouting, simultaneously conjuring a string of Favo Runes at his fingertips, the magic power around his hand instantly transforming into waves of pitch-black water: "You think by restraining my Magic Armor you can win? How foolish! You're not even Leaf Level and you don't have enough means to counter me, moreover, your phone has now become your weakness!"
As his words fell, the black waves suddenly spread out, slicing towards every direction like sharp blades.
