"We surrender. We surrender."
The young man with the Ice Staff said this because there was no other choice. Those familiar ripples had clearly been created when the other side used his Ice Wheel to strike back. If he refused to surrender, the next attack directed at him would probably be his own Ice Wrath.
He was not someone who failed to recognize the situation. The other party had obviously shown mercy. Otherwise, if the attack had been teleported directly over, there was absolutely no way he could have blocked it.
Even though his Soul Power had reached Rank 35, placing him among the very best of his peers, it was impossible for him to immediately use another Spirit Skill after unleashing a Thousand-Year Spirit Skill that consumed so much power. He had neither the time nor the opportunity to recover enough to release another Spirit Skill.
All of his attacks could be used against him, and the other side could even employ methods similar to Mental Control. Clearly, he was no match for his opponent.
More importantly, the other side was not alone. His teammates were still watching them like tigers stalking prey. As an elemental control Mage,
he was utterly despairing. He could hardly ask himself and his sister to charge into melee with Ice Staffs in hand!
The Spatial Ripples did not disappear. Nan Fusheng merely watched them quietly.
The young man with the Ice Staff gave a bitter smile and was about to press the SOS Signal Devices on his and his sister's wrists.
Suddenly, a Fireball shot straight at him and his sister. He hurriedly threw himself over her, and the Fireball skimmed over their heads before blasting a small crater into the ground nearby.
"We've already surrendered! What else do you want?"
The Ice