After nearly a year at school, Zheng Qing was no longer the clueless novice he had once been.
Several encounters with the Outer Gods had made him thoroughly familiar with how the school and the Wizarding World dealt with them—if they could eliminate one in a second, they would never let it live for two. There was no room for compromise, negotiation, or coexistence.
Those brief encounters had also given him a clear understanding of how dangerous the Outer Gods were. They were creatures that did whatever they pleased, with no morals or values whatsoever. Their mere existence could cause Ordinary Wizards to collapse.
That collapse did not refer only to their magic power, but also to their cognition, souls, and even their bodies.
Just like the creature before him.
Zheng Qing believed that if those tentacles waving in midair reached just a little farther, destroying all of Beta Town might be difficult, but destroying the North District, or this street, would certainly be child's play.
And stopping this enormous creature with just two first-year students was almost impossible—even if neither of them was an ordinary first-year.
After pulling out the Red Paper Tablet, the young scholarship student's teacher immediately came to mind, bringing him considerable reassurance. Yes, his teacher was so powerful that he could surely dispatch this Outer God with ease.
Night had fallen, shrouding everything in darkness.
The Red Paper Tablet gave off a hazy glow in the dark. Zheng Qing could clearly sense a vast but sluggish current of magic power flowing through it.
The character on the tablet consisted of "mouth" above "heaven," forming the character "Wu." Yet when Zheng Qing read it aloud, it somehow became the word "rules"—he had meant to call out "Teacher," and his teacher's likeness was what he held in