Cold sweat slowly trickled down Zheng Qing's temples.
Jiang Yu and the black cat beneath them fell silent with him.
Although they had blasted apart countless demons ever since setting foot on the battlefield, Zheng Qing had once thought there was nothing much to it, whether they turned to ash or burst into bloody flowers in midair.
But when the horned serpent was brutally sliced into seven or eight pieces before his eyes, the dull thuds of those enormous chunks of flesh hitting the ground still shook the young wizard deeply. Warm blood gushed from the severed ends like fountains, hissing and gurgling as it swiftly soaked a broad stretch of scorched earth.
They had been only a hair's breadth away from being the ones cut to pieces.
They had been only a hair's breadth away from having the blood pumping from his heart irrigate this land. Zheng Qing had no doubt that after this battle, this battlefield would become fertile ground suitable for growing all sorts of potions.
Perhaps the school's Hundred Herbs Garden would even apply to establish a new branch garden in Black Prison.
Compared with the young wizard, who had been so shaken that his thoughts ran wild, the black cat recovered sooner and faster.
"Thirteen to the front left, nine to the front right!"
It shouted sharply, "Aim at those mushrooms and blast them apart!"
Zheng Qing immediately pulled himself together, raised the Remington in his hand, and aimed at a cluster of brightly colored Pink Mushrooms about thirteen meters ahead to the left. Jiang Yu raised her Beretta Double Barrel and aimed to the right.
Bang!
Bang!
The two shots rang out almost simultaneously from atop the black cat's back. Along with the gunshots, those clusters of mushrooms with thick caps and plump flesh