As the whole world fell silent.
The young wizards were exceptionally brave.
"You're not Brother Qing. Who are you?"
Xing Fatty stepped forward. The color of his skin shifted from light blue to deep blue, and his body gradually swelled, his face full of hostility. Zhang Jixin stood close beside him, the fingers in his gloves cracking as he clenched them.
The other hunters of the You Zui Hunting Team had also noticed the starkly different Qi Mechanism emanating from Zheng Qing. They were filled with doubt and uncertainty. Though they did not immediately question him aloud like the fat wizard, they tacitly spread out and formed a binding formation.
But before the spell-light of their formation could rise.
A fierce wind swept in from the side, wrapping up those brave young people and carrying them into the distance. In their place around Zheng Qing stood four Archwizards—two were academy deans, Old Yao and Urban, dean of Atlas Academy; the other two were Archwizards connected to both the Dark Council and Zheng Qing, Rat Immortal and the Wanderer Wizard.
A little farther away.
The Archwizards, Great Demons, and Dark Council members on the battlefield all tacitly moved apart. They watched one another warily while looking toward the source of that terrifying magic.
Terribull, hovering in midair, remained sufficiently cautious in the face of this sudden development. Not only did it refrain from playing with time as it had on the original Timeline, it even drifted a little farther away from Zheng Qing.
Clearly, the power of that talisman bullet had startled it as well.
The heavy Qi Mechanisms of Archwizards intertwined around Zheng Qing, silently radiating pressure.
But Zheng Qing's attention was not on these Archwizards. Instead, he raised his head and studied this world. The last time he had