The Thunder Orb and Fire Orb in mid-air completely lost control, crackling violently.
The wind howled amidst them, wailing as if someone were crying.
Zheng Qing, feeling a bit guilty, shuffled forward a couple of steps, cautiously peering at the owner of the tail. Tushan Chujiu was lying flat on the ground, motionless. The robust blue stone slabs of the Magic Stage had been shattered into a web of cracks, and she was at the center of it all.
Miraculously, there wasn't any blood on the ground, not a single drop.
Tushan Chujiu's brains were also intact—just moments ago, that loud bang had truly startled Zheng Qing, making him think he had made a grave mistake. Now, regaining his bearings, he felt incredibly relieved.
Zheng Qing surmised that perhaps the amulet worn by the witch had functioned, or perhaps the elders on the judges' seat and Centimeter Mountain had secretly stepped in to protect her.
Regardless of which possibility, it allowed him to let out a heavy sigh of relief.
