How were they supposed to fight this?
Zhu Qing's staff passed straight through it, and so did An Xi's energy blasts.
If the Eternal Black Flame hadn't still been burning on the unformed anomaly, Chu Sheng would have thought it didn't actually exist.
It was like a phantom: visible, but impossible to touch.
It wasn't just Chu Sheng. Zhu Qing and An Xi were feeling somewhat desperate, too.
Both looked at Chu Sheng, seemingly hoping he could come up with something.
"Fuck!"
Zhu Qing swore. "What the fuck is this goddamn anomaly?!"
"We can't even hit it!"
An Xi said nothing, but her expression made it clear she felt the same way as Zhu Qing.
Just as the three of them ran out of ideas, Qingqing sat down on the ground behind them, then lay flat.
"So sleepy..."
She mumbled, her gaze unfocused, as though she might fall asleep at any moment.
Before she met the Convoy, back when she was only Sequence Eight, she had only felt this exhausted when she used her ability to carry the bus through extreme rainstorms.
After advancing to Sequence Seven, she had never been this tired again.
Maintaining her dragon form consumed very little mental power. Even back when she had needed to constantly keep the rain away from the bus, she hadn't been as tired as these past two hours had left her.
Those two hours might not have drained her mental power completely, but they had certainly left her with very little.
Even after eating the Dandelion Old Man Li had given her and the Healing Leaf from Xingzi, she only had around twenty percent of her mental power left.
As her gaze drifted out of focus, the anomaly's enormous lower body, a thousand meters tall, came into view above her