Bang!
Bang bang!!
Several short, violent explosions suddenly rang out, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Not far from the edge of the crater where the Black Goat Cub stood, the rocks suddenly shook and the ground split open. Gravel, mixed with thin magma, surged out like an erupting spring and shot dozens of meters into the air.
In an instant, smoke and dust filled the air, while heat billowed upward.
Through the haze, Zheng Qing vaguely made out several figures, but could not see them clearly.
"The wind ends in violence!"
"Great Wind Whistling!"
The two spells landed amid the rising smoke almost simultaneously. Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu were both worried that the Black Goat Cub was up to something, so each summoned a gale, trying to disperse the smoke and dust.
The two young wizards instinctively glanced at each other. Then, as if stung by bees, they both quickly looked away and turned their attention back to where the spells had landed.
The black cat made a rumbling sound in its throat, though it was unclear whether it was sneering or expressing contempt.
Zheng Qing ignored it.
On the other side, the gale howled fiercely, like a wet brush. With a few sweeping strokes, it wiped away all the smoke and dust blocking their view, revealing the Black Goat Cub once more.
The four figures concealed in the smoke also came clearly into view.
One was a tall wizard with a red face Zheng Qing remembered well; one was a tall witch with her eyes half-closed, floating in midair with several Crystal Balls orbiting her; another was a swordsman, bent low with one hand on his sword hilt, his figure flickering in and out of sight as though what remained in place was only an afterimage; the last was