Firing into the sky might blast apart the thick black clouds overhead, but it might also earn Zheng Qing a one-way ticket to Danhaag's Supreme Court.
Firing into the ground certainly stood a good chance of killing the master of this dead forest, but it might just as easily blast open a pool of scorching magma, or a sinkhole large enough to swallow Zheng Qing and everyone with him.
As for the directions around him, no matter where Zheng Qing aimed, he would eventually see Black Cat fighting the tree monsters.
The wizard briefly described his predicament.
After hearing him out, Jiang Yu considered it for a moment, then shook her head. "It should just be some kind of interference with your perception... When you were aiming, I looked in the same direction, and I didn't see Black Cat."
"We still need to test that." Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds, then turned to the witch and asked quietly, "Did you bring a Talisman Gun?"
The witch smiled sweetly, turned her hand over, and shook out her little bag. Seven or eight Talisman Guns of different lengths tumbled out and arranged themselves in midair before Zheng Qing, like exhibits in a museum.
The wizard stared, dumbfounded.
"You... how do you have so many?" he stammered.
"I remembered that those special Talisman Bombs of yours destroy a gun every time you use one, so I brought a few extras," the witch said casually. "They were sitting in the storeroom at home anyway. Leaving them unused would be a waste..."
What else could Zheng Qing say?
He could only silently open his gun's magazine and eject a Blood Talisman Bomb already brimming with the power of the Forbidden Curse. Then he opened the Gray Cloth Bag and shoved all the Talisman