Chapter 2922: The Price of Youth
Bang!
The muzzle of the talisman gun in Taiyi's hand lit up with a point of pure white spell-light.
Leviathan frowned slightly and tilted its head. A talisman bullet no smaller than a cannonball suddenly exploded beside its ear, but before the flashing spell-light could fully bloom, a rift like an abyss abruptly appeared and swallowed the bullet whole.
It was a giant mouth.
Watching the phantom of the colossal beast that had suddenly appeared behind Leviathan, Zheng Qing's already taut nerves tightened even further. He knew that beast well. During the Black Prison Battle, it had once torn open the world's crystal wall with a single bite and nearly devoured a portion of the Black Prison World outright. It was only natural that his talisman bullet had vanished into its belly without raising even a spark.
Yet he did not regret reigniting the battle.
Leviathan was right—he could not defeat it. If they obediently played a "sit-still war" and remained peacefully opposed until something elsewhere reached a conclusion, that seemed to be the optimal solution to this game. But after two years spent in the hunting grounds, Zheng Qing understood even better that one should never follow an enemy's wishes there.
Following an enemy's wishes might not harm oneself, but it would certainly benefit the other side.
As the saying went, "Those who aim high attain the middle; those who aim for the middle attain the low; those who aim low attain nothing." If one sought only to muddle through from the very beginning, then most likely nothing good would come of it.
On the altar.
Leviathan and the phantom of its true form were vividly displayed before Zheng Qing as projections, every detail clear. Zheng Qing could see even its slightest expression—though