Time rewound a few minutes.
Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin raced through the streets of Wusa City, frantic with worry.
Maodou, leading the way, darted in and out of the void with increasing frequency, circling their legs as though it wanted nothing more than to bite their calves and drag them forward. Its meows also grew sharper and more urgent.
Fatty Xin panted heavily, cursing those two demons inwardly for choosing such a terrible time to show up. Because of his build, running had always taken far more effort for him than for others. Even when he put in all his strength, after running only a little farther, he was already struggling to keep up with Zhang Jixin.
His breathing became more and more ragged. His blue, chubby face had flushed so red that it took on a purplish hue, making him look somewhat similar to Zhang Jixin.
Until they passed a stall selling meat soup.
From a shop one street ahead, a large crowd of customers came pouring out, screaming as they scattered in every direction. Snatches of words drifted through the wind: "demons," "wizards," "they're fighting."
The fat man grew anxious, but his feet felt even heavier.
After running another several dozen meters, when he was less than half a street away from the shop, violent magical fluctuations suddenly surged from within. Even through thick walls and from hundreds of meters away, the two wizards could clearly sense that Magic Power.
"Grab my hand!"
Fatty Xin bellowed, grabbing Zhang Jixin's arm in front of him. "I'll throw you over there!"
The Red-faced Male Wizard did not hesitate in the slightest. He planted his feet, spun around sharply, and seized Fatty Xin's wrist with both hands. The blue fatty held his companion with one hand while calming himself and