"I knew the school wouldn't let us land that easily!"
Fatty Xin's voice rang in Zheng Qing's ears, equal parts furious and alarmed. "A thundercloud? Does the school think we're Grand Wizards facing a heavenly tribulation? Why don't they just strike us dead with lightning spells?"
"It's not just the thundercloud," Zhang Jixin said, sounding uneasy. "My gut tells me there's another obstacle waiting beneath it!"
"With all that fat on you two, you're afraid of a little lightning?"
Compared with the two wizards, Li Meng sounded positively fearless. There was even a note of excitement in her chatter. "Maybe there's a flock of man-eating birds below the clouds... like those Shadhavars that showed up on Pedestrian Street last semester! They looked ugly, but riding one would be a blast!"
"Be quiet," Jiang Yu scolded weakly.
As his teammates bickered, Zheng Qing instinctively poured more magic power into his Flying Spell. Until now, the thin air had kept the two pairs of Mayfly Feathers behind him from fully supporting him at this altitude. Even with the spell active, he was still plummeting.
At least the Flying Spell gave the young wizard better control over his posture and slowed his descent a little compared with when he had first been thrown from the cabin.
Magic power surged through the spell like floodwater through an opened gate. The Mana Cocoon around Zheng Qing swelled several times over, like a fire doused in oil. The two pairs of Mayfly Feathers extending from his shoulder blades grew several times larger with it.
The Wizarding World had no saying about brute force making bricks fly, but it had a similar idea: with enough magic power, any miracle was possible. Despite the extremely low air pressure, the abundant power immediately checked Zheng Qing's rapid fall.
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