Gan Ning said nothing.
Reality answered the young scholarship student's uncertainty with brutal force.
The gun went off.
Only a second passed—perhaps not even that long.
A chorus of sharp, brief whistles rang out. Around the Mutated Ogre, the shapeless shakuhachi players went out one after another, like candles snuffed by a gale. The harsh, frantic cries of countless birds vanished with them. The clamor fell away, leaving an eerie silence.
Yes, they went out.
The idea formed with startling clarity in Zheng Qing's mind: those shapeless players had been utterly annihilated. He felt as certain of it as he had of the thought deep inside him when he pulled the trigger.
"How did you do that?"
A pale blue face popped eagerly out of the Bofushi Giant's hand. This time it was Dr. Xiao's face, and a few fine hairs on the back of the hand deftly adjusted his glasses. "You didn't use a Blood Talisman Bomb?! I think that information is crucial to my next assessment of the battlefield!"
A long, indistinct, and strange roar cut off the You Zui Hunter Team's Diviner.
All the onlookers turned toward the monster in the woods.
As the gray-white, shapeless players dissipated, the monster crouching at the center of the battlefield seemed to notice the little insects beside it for the first time. The Ogre heads around its neck opened their eyes, revealing murky, dark-yellow pupils that stared coldly at the young wizards.
Then they opened their mouths. They seemed to call out many different names at once, but the names tangled and fought within their voice until most were silently extinguished.
Only one fragment remained clear:
"...Great One!!!..."
The words seemed to carry tremendous Magic Power. The air trembled at the sound, and striking gold and silver Runes bloomed across