However, when Zhou Xuan finally unfolded the mountain peak and looked down at the other end of the arena, he was stunned:
"Where is he?"
Immediately, his face changed. The massive arena had unknowingly been submerged in water, with a depth of nearly twenty to thirty meters.
"Whirlpool!"
A voice echoed from somewhere, and the lake at the center of the arena spun into a giant whirlpool.
"Tornado!"
The whirlpool rapidly contracted and ascended, forming a water tornado tens of meters high. Su Yu's figure emerged from within, and he looked at Zhou Xuan with a slight smile:
"I've let you attack for so long; now it's my turn."
With a virtual grab, countless whirlpools appeared at Zhou Xuan's feet, and thick water arrows shot into the sky.
"What kind of magic is this?"
Though puzzled, Zhou Xuan didn't hesitate and pointed his finger. The hundred-meter mountain fully unfolded, crashing down on the water tornado.
"Boom!"
