Su Shijun's tall figure slowly descended from midair, positioning herself in front of Zheng Qing.
Because of this war, the school had sealed off the temporal and causal lines of the entire Black Prison World, carving out a tiny island in the middle of the River of Time for this battlefield. As a result, teleportation magic within the Black Prison World was subject to strict restrictions.
This was especially true for active teleportation magic used by wizards—apart from the fixed-point, fixed-direction teleportation magic built into the castle itself. Amid the tangled dimensional lines near Black Prison Castle, it was very easy for such magic to go astray, making it especially dangerous.
A place she could normally reach with a mere step took Su Shijun more than a dozen consecutive shifts today before she found the right time and place and returned to the correct route.
The witch had left the front lines the moment Zheng Qing leaped down from the Inner Castle Wall.
But by the time she emerged from the ink-black magic array, nearly half an hour had passed. Zheng Qing had fainted and awakened, recovered from his injuries, the "Green Sea" between the Wedge-shaped Enclaves had withered yellow, and the two enormous "craters" on the battlefield before the inner castle had already been filled. Meanwhile, the young publicly funded student was under the most immediate threat of a purple-haired banshee.
Bang!
The banshee was sent flying by the witch.
Zheng Qing collapsed onto the ground, clutching his throat and breathing laboriously. The violent changes in his Qi Mechanism irritated his tear ducts, blurring his vision.
But no matter how blurred it was, he could still recognize Su Shijun.
Four azure fox tails swayed slowly behind her. Her tall figure was dizzying enough, but her fragrance and her domineering