When Zheng Qing pulled the trigger atop the Inner Castle Wall and drove back that enormous hand,
he failed to notice that the entire Black Prison Castle battlefield—or rather, the battlefield of the High-level Wizards—had fallen into a brief pause because of that shot.
The pause lasted only an instant, or perhaps even less: the span of a thought, a fleeting moment.
Of course, this pause was not caused by some Great Being using Time Magic, nor had Zheng Qing's shot disrupted the Time Dimension on the Black Prison Battlefield. Rather, in that instant, every being on the battlefield who had reached the rank of Archwizard was briefly distracted, and by unspoken agreement, turned a fraction of their attention toward the Inner Castle Wall.
As the saying went, "One who lives long among orchids no longer smells their fragrance; one who lingers long in a fish market no longer smells its stench." Zheng Qing had grown accustomed to using Blood Talisman Bombs to resolve every major problem he encountered. Naturally, he had overlooked the source of that power, assuming others would be just as used to it as he was.
Blood Talisman Bombs were powerful because they carried a trace of the aura of a Forbidden Curse.
On the darkened, blood-soaked battlefield of Black Prison Castle, powerful wizards unleashed spell after spell of devastating force. Violent magical fluctuations rose and fell above the battlefield, shaking the souls of every combatant. Even so, that trace of Forbidden Curse aura still drew everyone's gaze like a lamp in the night.
"Hey, hey, this power is kind of cheating,"
Elilose's raised forelimb trembled slightly. The spider silk clutched in her claws snapped in several places from the uneven force, while she nervously looked around. "Is this a warning... It feels like First University