"Stop them!"
The young scholarship student leaped to his feet and shouted in panic, "Stop them, now!"
It had to be said that Zheng Qing acted with remarkable decisiveness. Without even consulting his companions, he gave the order directly. The other hunters of the You Zui Hunting Team reacted with equal speed. The instant they received the command, two Binding Spells and two Weak Leg Curses flew out, descending upon the two Ogres who were still lost in the illusion and stumbling foolishly toward the main tent.
But it was all a little too late.
The moment Zheng Qing shouted, just as the four spells left their spellbooks—
The two Ogres suddenly opened their eyes wide and looked around in terror. Zheng Qing could even see a trace of pleading and boundless fear in their blank, darting gazes. Then their bodies swelled rapidly like inflated balls, turning into two actual spheres in the blink of an eye.
Thick blood vessels and intricate tattoos were branded across their taut skin, brimming with strange tension. Like the veins of leaves, they formed magnificent yet cruel magical circuits. Blood and magic surged through them with a rumbling sound like heavy drums, shaking the heart.
Boom!
Boom!
Two violent explosions rang out in succession. Massive sound waves and fierce currents of air burst from the two Ogres, crashing in every direction.
Flying flesh and blood, rolling black smoke, pale blue flames, warped light, shattered stones, wood chips, turbulent air, and the stunned faces of the young wizards intertwined in a grotesque spectacle.
In midair—
The light of the Weak Leg Curses was instantly scattered.
The Binding Spells fared a little better. The instant they met the shockwave, the dancing vines transformed into two layers of vine shields of differing thickness.
But they only did