Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224 Best Decision

Atticus shifted his focus to the water element, and the air surrounding him became increasingly humid.

Within a 20 meter radius, large water molecules began to materialize, swirling around him at a deliberate pace initially, before accelerating rapidly.

The orbs of water grew in size, swirling at supernatural speeds until they amalgamated into a colossal tide that surrounded Atticus.

It was clear that anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with this watery onslaught would be torn apart immediately. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

The tide of water suddenly condensed around Atticus, effortlessly lifting him into the air.

With relentless force, he shot into the skies, a formidable storm of water in his wake.

The other combatants, including Aurora, Nate, and the Ravenstein youths engaged in the brutal battle below, abruptly shifted their attention skyward.

There, they witnessed Atticus descending from the skies, surrounded by a turbulent vortex of water.

"Not this again!" Aurora suddenly exclaimed in frustration, the rest of the youths all sharing her sentiment.

If this monster joined the battle, he'd hoard all the beasts for himself!

But Atticus completely ignored them as he plummeted from the skies, landing far away from the other youths, in the middle of the wave of monsters with a resounding,

BOOM!

The surging tide of water moved with extreme circular speed, an unstoppable force that instantly obliterated any beast unfortunate enough to make contact.

The impact painted the battleground with mincemeat, blood, and the shattered remains of the beast.

Who said water couldn't be an offensive element?

Multiple surges of swirling water suddenly manifested around him, surrounding him from all sides.

Each surge swirled with an escalating intensity, expanding in both size and height until they reached a staggering 20 meters in diameter.

These towering water tornadoes, akin to colossal funnels, each spun with an unmatched vigor. They were propelled by such force, that they generated a whirling air current around each of their forms, heightening their lethality.

With a mere thought, Atticus set each of the swirling waters into perpetual cycles around him, rapidly increasing in width with every passing second.

The torrents of water spiraled with unprecedented speed, their ferocious waves mercilessly tearing through any unfortunate beasts that dared to make contact.

The army of beasts was decimated at an unreal rate, thousands being killed in an instant, their forms reduced to mincemeat.

A profound pause enveloped the entire battlefield as each of the youths gazed at the colossal water tornadoes.

These once clear waters had now turned a deep crimson, stained by the blood of the hundreds of beasts they had mutilated.

Each of them couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.