The mist in their field of vision grew clearer and clearer.
Yet it was as though an invisible shackle hung in the air, binding the mist and stopping it dozens of meters away from the black cat and the two young wizards. It churned and piled up endlessly, growing thicker and thicker.
Against mist, rune guns were somewhat wasteful and ineffective. A single shot could blast a huge hole through the fog, but that hole would quickly be filled by fresh mist.
Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu opened their spellbooks. As they discussed matters rapidly, they copied spells for dispersing mist onto the blank pages. Adapting to local conditions and adjusting the spells in one's spellbook at any time—this was how most wizards normally fought. Not like Zheng Qing had done before, constantly relying on rune guns, talismans, or using a Binding Spell in different ways.
It took only a short while for the two young wizards to determine the order of their spells.
Throughout the process, the black cat offered no opinions or suggestions. It merely spat out the occasional fireball into the roiling white mist, making the increasingly close howls settle down a little.
"The Sun Rises Brightly, Gentle Valley Wind!"
Jiang Yu was the first to raise her spellbook and chant loudly. Accompanied by ripples of magic, layers of pale yellow waves rose from her spellbook and spread in every direction. Gentle, warm breezes mingled with those waves and blew straight at the rolling mist.
The white fog, which had been growing ever denser, was warmed by that soft, gentle wind. It immediately lost some of its cold hardness and became somewhat fluffier.
Following the witch, Zheng Qing also raised his spellbook and shouted:
"The Wind Rises, the Final Wind Rages!"
Streams of fierce wind poured from