The fatty magic cultivator couldn't help but sigh. He originally wanted to wait a bit longer before using his trump card, so that his methods would be stronger and more assured.
But the combat cultivator clearly had already sensed something. If he delayed any further, the situation could become unpredictable, so he had no choice but to activate it prematurely!
Having made up his mind, the Thunder Power around the fatty magic cultivator suddenly surged wildly. At the same time, the sense of danger in Lu Ye's heart intensified, and his skin tingled with a numbing sensation — a sign that the Lightning Pool around him was about to erupt.
The magic cultivator stopped retreating, steadied his stance, made a spell gesture, and smiled slightly at Lu Ye, who was charging at him: "Fellow Daoist, your strength is impressive, but this is a contest for opportunity, not personal grudges. I hope you understand!"
