Why did Jiebao always like messing with other people's heads the moment she cast mist?
Even the Cat Lamps probably couldn't dig that up. It was a personal hobby, not intelligence one could casually inquire about.
Still, it gave Jiang Han a little inspiration.
Witches who played mist—that was, field-of-view obscuring mist—mainly lived by two systems: "default play" and "tactical play." Angelite's Mist-Jie Form was clearly a tactical-play witch. Her tactics were outrageously good, beyond anyone's imagination. For example, stealing a Mana Form was something very few witches could even think of doing:
[Your home field] [Your initiative] [You even have a bit of spell differential to disgust the other side with] [Yet instead of disgusting them, you stood there for a whole second, pre-casting a Mana Form. That's fucking absurd]
One had to know that while casting a Mana Form, you couldn't run or evade. Even walking was difficult.
That was the moment a witch was at her weakest. A single magic missile could break through her defenses and take her away. She might even suddenly die after taking a Mad Laughter. Yet Angelite dared to play like that—and she pulled it off. And her target hadn't been some ordinary witch, but Big Boss Cat, who had already found her rhythm.
It had to be said: even among the top seeds, there were gaps... Hehe.
"Look at the replay! I'm asking you, what impact did it have!"
"You're asking me what impact it had? She cast a Mana Form—that's the impact!"
Xuan Cat and Ovi Cat were tugging back and forth again. Though Jiang Han, caught between them, felt a little uncomfortable, it was the happy kind of discomfort.
Xuan Bao's soft, plump flesh kept rubbing against her, while beneath Big Boss Cat's black dress, waves of