Zheng Qing focused his gaze. Those were no clouds at all, but clusters of Slender-waisted Black Bees swarming out, densely packed, their wingbeats rumbling like muffled thunder.
Along with those tiny bees, the grass on the ground erupted into motion. As though struck by a powerful Growth Spell, it stretched its slender blades wildly, like loops of rope, like nooses, like arms reaching up from underground, flailing in every direction and dragging everything they caught downward.
Not far away, the Edge Hunting Team was already in grave danger under the relentless attacks.
Just as Xiao Xiao had said, they had to decide immediately whether to leave or help.
But Zheng Qing still hesitated.
What unsettled him was precisely the Magical Creatures attacking the "Zhen Shuiyin"—the grass on the ground, the azure birds in the sky, the Slender-waisted Black Bees, and the tiger commanding Chang Gui. They belonged to entirely different species, yet in this cramped space, they coexisted peacefully and even worked together to attack the Edge Hunting Team. It was hard not to Suspect something was wrong.
Crack!
A thunderous boom rang out as the tiger's thick tail lashed fiercely, snapping a tree wide enough to take several people to encircle. If that blow had struck the "Zhen Shuiyin," it would undoubtedly have scattered the Edge Hunting Team's battle formation through the air.
Gritting his teeth, Zheng Qing tried to block out the terrified cries coming from the "Zhen Shuiyin." He scanned the surroundings, attempting to find the source of his unease.
Beside him, Xiao Xiao suddenly spoke. "Do you remember why we came here?"
"Didn't your divination lead us here?"
Zheng Qing was somewhat distracted—the chaotic battle beyond the barrier, the little figures in his mind endlessly arguing over whether to save them or not, the unease in