The sky was falling.
These were the only words that surfaced in Zheng Qing's mind at that moment.
Without experiencing it firsthand, it was difficult to imagine what it felt like to have a Giant Hand descend above one's head—perhaps someone standing by the sea, watching waves dozens of meters high crash toward them; or someone leaping from a building dozens of stories tall, watching the ground draw ever closer, could understand a similar pressure.
A similar helplessness and bewilderment.
Almost instinctively, Zheng Qing skillfully flipped open the cylinder, loaded a Blood Talisman Bomb, then raised his gun. He did not even need to aim before firing straight overhead.
Bang!
The pale red glow of the spell trailed a straight crimson line as it shot into the clouds.
"Too early."
Su Shijun's voice rang out behind him. In a light tone, she interrupted the young publicly funded student's gunshot and reminded him, "You should have waited until it was a little closer before firing. This Remington doesn't have that kind of range... That hand is still too far away. It has only just torn through the clouds... But then again, if it came close enough to fall within your range, I doubt your talisman bullets could break through the momentum it has accumulated on its way down."
It was as though her words served as a footnote.
The Blood Talisman Bomb was crushed by the ever-approaching pressure long before it reached the Giant Hand. Pale red waves of magic swept in every direction like a tsunami, forcibly cutting off the golden sunlight. The cold wind, which had been still for so long, began to whirl and howl once more, weaving through the empty Silent Forest with a mournful wail that sent another chill through the young wizard's heart.
The Senior