"You worthless fools, how did you do it?!" all of the Desolate's avatars spoke up.
Previously, he never imagined he would converse with Water Mages possibly only of Tier Three or Tier Four.
In his view, lowering himself to speak with characters like Silver was already the limit of what he could do.
But now, he had no choice.
Because, at the scene, the original plan was for Desolate to scatter his form and capture all the Water Mages at lightning speed.
It was supposed to be a one-sided suppression.
Now, however, it had gradually turned into an evenly matched tug-of-war!
"I... I don't know." The slow-witted boy who first launched a counterattack said dumbfoundedly.
Someone next to him said, "Hey, don't answer him. He called us fools. If you answer him, aren't you admitting you're a fool?"
Someone else said, "Weird, why doesn't this black fire hurt on my body anymore?"
