Zheng Qing numbly looked around.
A moment ago, he was racking his brains trying to safely bypass the black mountain goat cub and climb out of the crater without disturbing the combat figures around the cliff.
Now, he only needed to consider how to find Zhu Si's trace again.
It was like taking a ride in an elevator.
The warlock lifted his legs, stomping heavily on the solid earth beneath him. The splattering dust told him everything was so real. He then looked around, the deep green that had been covering the battlefield had turned into a dry yellow, the lively willow branches were no longer wriggling, resembling clay statues shattered under the wizards' raindrop-like spells.
"Why."
The young student asked senselessly - why did the wizards and demons suddenly cease fighting, why didn't the demons stop Dean Atlas's massive blessing spell? Why did they start fighting again?
It all seemed so absurd and contradictory.
A strong sense of unreality.
