The terrifying magic fluctuation came suddenly, yet it did not cause a stir in the campus.
For some unknown reason, this fluctuation only occurred within the range of Lin Zhong Lake. More than ten meters away from the lakeside, a chubby squirrel was digging for hazelnuts in the snow. Meanwhile, the two young wizards on the shore, including a coiled snake, were both crushed to the ground by the heavy pressure.
Elena looked pale with her eyes tightly shut, seemingly completely unconscious. Comparatively, that snake would occasionally twitch the tip of its tail, whether it was a nervous spasm or a sign of remaining consciousness was unclear.
Zheng Qing didn't know why he was still conscious.
But he knew that his state of awareness would not last for long.
He tilted his head, with his cheek against the cold mud, struggling to breathe. His vision was blurred, whether due to mist or some other factor, making it difficult to see anything clearly.
