"Bang!"
"Bang bang!!"
Several short and intense explosion sounds suddenly erupted, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
At the edge of the mountain pit where the Black Mountain Goat cub was located, the ground suddenly shook and cracked. Rubble, mixed with sparse magma, gushed out violently, reaching tens of meters high.
In an instant, dust and smoke filled the air, steam rising.
Through the smoke, Zheng Qing vaguely saw several figures, yet couldn't make them out clearly.
"End of the wind and storm!"
"Great winds arise!"
Two spells landed in the smoke almost simultaneously. It was Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu, worried that the Black Mountain Goat cub was up to some tricks, each summoning great winds in an attempt to disperse the smoke.
The two young wizards instinctively exchanged a glance, then, as if stung by bees, quickly stepped aside and turned their gaze back to where the spells had landed.
