A searing fireball passed through the hall with a deep whoosh.
From an angle, three to five crystal-clear ice spears howled out, heavily piercing the fireball.
The collision of ice and fire, the instantaneous vaporization and explosion, set off a violent stream of air in midair that spread in all directions. But soon, this violent air stream was drowned out by the surrounding even stronger auras.
And there stood the leader of the Hunting Team, that burly male warlock, right in the center of what seemed like an 18th-grade storm.
Underneath his feet, those usually soft plush carpets now reached out with ropes chasing life, trying hard to restrain this wild tyrannosaurus, but to little effect.
Bang, bang, bang!
