As the birds took flight.
On the shores of Crescent Lake, more than one young sorcerer had the same thought flashing through their minds—if I stood before that screaming pale blue torrent, how would I respond?
There's no way to respond.
Many, after much contemplation, had to reluctantly admit that in such a confined space like the Magic Stage, facing such a wide-ranging attack, there was no other way but to take it head-on.
Of course, taking the initiative to control or kill Zheng Qing before the pale blue torrent erupted was also a viable solution.
Everyone could think of it.
Zheng Qing naturally thought of it too.
And he believed that Tushan Chujiu could also think of this.
