Above Linzhong Lake.
The translucent air twisted into warped strands, forming a massive vortex. The pitch-black "moon" sat steadily at the heart of the vortex, devouring all those rootless things around it.
The young wizards by the lake naturally had roots.
The spellbooks in their hands, the teachers nearby, the octopus tentacles reaching out from Book Mountain Hall, even the old fishmen who had escaped from the lake—all were doing their best to curb the black moon's rampage.
But while they could prevent the students on shore from being sucked away by the black moon, they could not stop someone from willingly throwing himself into it.
When Zheng Qing was caught by the vortex above Linzhong Lake and struggled before sinking into that black moon, several furious roars immediately rose from the lakeshore.
The bluestone slab beneath Zhang Jixin's feet exploded, and he shot toward the black moon like a cannonball.
Fatty Xin hugged a decorative rock by the shore as blue light surged across his body. In the blink of an eye, a pale-blue giant rose from the ground, one Giant Hand reaching for the edge of the black moon.
Xiao Xiao's movements were smaller, but he was more agile. Standing backward atop that turtle shell as though riding a skateboard, he skimmed over water and air on its raised back, swift as lightning. Carrying the small wizard with it, it dodged the translucent warped strands extending from the black moon and charged straight for its center.
The young hunters of the You Zui Hunting Team would not tolerate their captain being devoured by a black moon of unknown origin.
Everyone acted without hesitation.
Perhaps because he had borrowed the power of gravity, Xiao Xiao reached the black moon before his two companions, who had forcibly broken through the