After realizing that his thoughts might have been interfered with, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a powerful urge rise within him—to raise the rune gun in his hand and fire wildly in every direction until the magazine was empty.
Then, his fingertips prickled with pain.
Lowering his head, the young wizard vaguely saw the yellow pinwheel-shaped symbols on the rune gun slowly turning. A strange color he had seen earlier on the moss gradually dissipated beneath the spinning pinwheels, while several dim sparks of electricity burst apart at his fingertips.
Yet when he looked closely, he found the symbols completely motionless, as though it had all been an illusion.
The young wizard took a light breath and blinked. The red gleam in his eyes brightened slightly, and the two streaks of strange color that had just extended from the back of his head to the corners of his eyes silently faded away.
Along with the sting in his fingertips, a soul-soothing chill spread from within—like a wind born over the lake of his heart, brushing across his soul and body. Zheng Qing felt the irritability, unease, and anger that had surfaced only moments ago swept clean away in an instant, like a groundhog that had just poked out an ear only to be hammered back into its burrow by a huge iron mallet.
At the same time, the witch did not stand by idly.
"Quietly think about it!"
Jiang Yu swiftly opened her spellbook, her fingers brushing over the dense incantations as she softly chanted an embedded spell: "...Bless the life within!"
Blue and green glimmers swirled around the witch's fingers, radiating an aura that calmed the mind.
Nearby, the two-headed Minotaur abruptly rose to its feet. Its two heads turned left and right as they simultaneously let out a low