บท 225: Stream

The air seemed to distort around each of the water strands in response to the sheer heat.

Then, Atticus turned his cold gaze towards the approaching beasts, and with coiled tension in his legs, Atticus moved.

His figure flowed through the horde of beasts like water, a seamless stream weaving through the chaos.

Each water strand extending from his fingers transformed into lethal whips, seamlessly passing through the forms of each beast he encountered.

Their bodies, unable to withstand the onslaught, instantly fragmented and split in to multiple pieces.

Atticus was moving at a speed that wasn't too fast or blinding, but even then, none of the beasts were able to react to it.

The last time Atticus had used water mimicry in an actual battle had been long, very long.