Ink really was rolling.
The camera feed suddenly lurched, flickering between light and dark, going out of focus and distorting until it was no longer clear. After great difficulty, it captured a fragment of meaningful footage—feathers drifting through the air amid utter chaos. It was becoming increasingly fitting for the Bullet Screen in the Live Stream Room.
Was it really necessary to make such a huge fuss over a crow?
More importantly, it seemed he still hadn't succeeded?
Yuan Wuwei was intimidated by the Extraordinary Species' aura, but his little schemes remained very active. Especially after his own embarrassing performance, he immediately planted himself firmly on one side of the conflict.
He watched as the camera feed kept spinning, yet its momentum seemed to be rising. Instinctively, he grinned.
No matter what, for an Extraordinary Species facing this kind of target, missing with one strike was a massive loss of face!
As it happened, someone else expressed roughly the same sentiment.
"He can't break into Sacred Space, so he's taking his anger out on a crow?" As the excitement mounted, Black Lion became increasingly talkative. "He probably didn't enjoy fighting on the Mental Side. Is beating up a crow supposed to feel good?"
"Are you sure he's fighting a crow?"
That question hit the mark. Black Lion fell silent for a moment, then asked in return, "President Gao, you have the clearest view as an observer. What did you notice?"
"I still hold the same view, which happens to align with Liu Jia's thinking: the current Wilderness—at least the underground cavern and the area heavily influenced by that gentleman—has likely woven something that differs from normal conditions.
"It is precisely with the support of this 'something' that Labi is not merely facing a crow."
Regardless of whether Gao Wenfu was