Life and death were the weightiest laws of this world.
Even in the Magic World, the distance between the two remained extraordinarily vast. It took an Archwizard and a top Registered Wizard giving one's all just to barely save their beloved.
For some reason,
when Zheng Qing saw the somewhat lonely rat skeleton beyond the gray barrier, radiating an air of ease from head to toe, he could not help thinking of that little red clay teapot that had once cooked him.
This made him sincerely mutter another phrase in his heart:
—May sir bless me.
The answer was the familiar sound of a clock hand ticking.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
An ominous ticking rang out in midair.
The young publicly funded student abruptly opened his eyes and shouted in his heart, Damn it!
In an instant, he realized what was about to happen—Terribull possessed the Innate Magic to reset time. It would certainly stop the Rat Immortal from using that Mystic Yellow Fruit. What was more, that fruit had originally been chosen by Terribull for itself. Only after Zheng Qing and the Wanderer Wizard had intercepted it twice had it finally ended up in the Rat Immortal's hands.
According to magical theory, that fruit belonged to Terribull.
On the battlefield, Zheng Qing was not the only one who heard the ticking of the clock hands. The Rat Immortal, already reduced to a skeleton, heard it too. It raised its head, its hollow eye sockets 'staring' at the bronze dragon biting its own tail in midair, and its humming paused.
Though it no longer had eyes, anyone could read panic in those 'eye sockets.'
"Great rat! Great rat!"
The rat-shaped skeleton threw back its head and shouted twice, trying to stop Terribull from resetting time. "Do not eat our millet! Do not