"We can't twist it apart, can't chop it down, and don't have time to transplant it... are we really out of options?"
Zhang Jixin cracked his knuckles, his nostrils flaring as he expelled two heavy breaths. He looked up toward Xiao Xiao. "Doctor, sometimes thinking too much isn't a good thing. You can't overthink things on the hunting grounds, worrying about every possibility. The more you think, the harder it is to make a decision... just like when we charged that monster in there earlier. When enemies meet on a narrow path, the brave prevail. Just get it done!"
Fatty Xin's lips moved.
He seemed about to say something about "muscles."
But at the sight of the blazing aura surging around the Red-faced Male Wizard, he wisely kept silent.
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and glanced down.
"Give me a moment."
The Diviner took two protection amulets from inside his robes and hung them on his belt, giving instructions as he did so. "Keep the formation steady while I'm gone. I'll step outside it... and ask for an opinion from up above."
He raised a hand and pointed at the sky.
Zhang Jixin glanced in the direction he indicated, his forceful demeanor subsiding a little. He muttered, "All right... but hurry. Fatty, put away your doughnuts and be ready to help the Doctor at any moment!"
"Okay!"
The Fat Wizard hurriedly stuffed the last of his dessert into his mouth as he answered.
The battle formation's Mana Cocoon looked translucent, like jelly, but was as sticky as glue. Xiao Xiao felt as though his robes were about to be torn to shreds before he finally broke free of its grip and emerged outside.
Youzui's battle formation had stopped where the trunk intersected with the branch of "Death."
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