Maple Tree carefully looked towards the mob of monsters. After looking for a while, he finally cried: "Where's the dead center!?"
These twelve monsters weren't standing in a line waiting for him to inspect them. Amidst the intense battle, they were all mixed into a mess. Even Stolord and the others would sometimes enter the mob of monsters. Maple Tree watched the battle attentively for a minute, but still hadn't found any signs of a "dead center" amidst the chaos.
"Watch me attack." A girl suddenly spoke out. Maple Tree couldn't tell if the voice came from Soft Mist or Cleansing Mist. But he quickly saw Cleansing Mist run off, jump, turn around, and then fire. With the recoil from the flying artillery shell, she also leaped up onto a window.
"Did you see it?" That voice came again.
"Huh?" Maple Tree stared blankly.
"The place where I fired at just moments ago!' The other side said.
"That artillery shell?" Maple Tree asked.
"Yes!"
