With a point of force, Wang Ruoyu's shield danced with fierce energy, keeping both the Water Whip and Fireball at bay. Fireballs exploded continuously over the nearby water, and the thick mist was about to obscure Wang Ruoyu's figure.
"Senior Brother Li can't keep fighting like this." A young junior sister clutched her hands worriedly, "This is too much waste of spiritual power."
A voice echoed from the field, it was Wang Ruoyu: "Li Zi, these little tricks are useless against me, hurry and show your true skills—"
Before he finished the word "skills," Wang Ruoyu suddenly faltered, kneeling on the ground, the glow on his round shield dimmed. His muscles gave way, unable to hold on, and with a clatter, it fell into the water.
He felt as if all his spiritual power vanished, leaving him powerless, momentarily bewildered and immobilized, in an instant, Li Da's Water Whip bound his limbs, trapping him.
