"We don’t have much ti left."
While the Absolution Hunting Team hesitated within the stealth barrier, not far from the battlefield, high atop an ancient locust tree, Seven Crows also spoke similar words to his companions.
In the crystal ball he held, a massive figure as large as a small mountain had clearly outlined its nacing shape.
"It’s a Hungarian Tree Bee, less than five kiloters from us, just a couple of wing flaps and it will be here." Seven Crows’ voice was sowhat serious: "If I have to choose between that Fishman and the mission, I choose the mission."
The implication was that when the Hungarian Tree Bee arrives at the battlefield, he won’t remain waiting here but will turn to leave.
Crow No.3 touched the sharp beak on his mask.
"Such... surprising patience."
He wasn’t concerned about his companion’s warning, instead, he was interested in closely observing every corner of the battlefield, trying to find those hidden little bugs: "... If we make a bigger commotion here, it will be easier for others to complete their tasks."
The words seed to make so sense.
But it wasn’t enough to convince his companion.
"This isn’t a reason for us to leave the team, maybe it’s just us two holding back the mission..." Before he could finish the sentence, Seven Crows suddenly closed his mouth and turned to look at the chaotic battlefield.
At the sa ti, Crow No.3 tilted his head.
Bang!
A muffled gunshot rang out, piercingly loud in the forest, as a light yellow spell light flashed through the air, and a Fu Bullet hit the Axis Water Worm, transforming into a earth-yellow mountain shadow, blocking the Tiger’s leap.
Roar!!
The giant tiger outside the mountain shadow roared furiously, its long tail like a heavy whip, thrashing about wildly, sending rocks flying and trees toppling, yet only causing the earth-yellow mountain shadow to tremble.
"Ha! Fu Bullet?!"
Crow No.3’s voice carried a hint of surprise and delight: "Do you rember how many teams in the Hunting Competition use charm guns?"
Seven Crows didn’t answer his question, instead focusing more on the chaotic battlefield.
In the distance, several spells following that Fu Bullet landed in succession.
"Heavenly Absolution, Internal Rivals!"
This was an advanced version of the Binding Spell combined with the Chaos Spell, accompanied by a dark green spell light, an intangible large net dropped from the sky, trapping more than a dozen blue crows; anwhile, the thin-waisted black bee swarm, originally orderly and coordinated, seed to be greatly frightened, suddenly descending into chaos, transforming into several unevenly sized bee swarms, starting to attack each other.
Following this were two voices, light and heavy yet unexpectedly harmonious and unified:
"Which grass isn’t yellow, which grass isn’t dark!"
"No grass won’t die, no wood won’t wither!"
Two streaks of light gray spell light crisscrossed in the air, slicing through the entangled net of grass ropes, pulverizing it into dust that gently fell.
Following that ca a rumbling spell as loud as thunder:
"Load and stop the warfare, load and sheath bow and arrows!"
A green light descended, and the rampaging tiger suddenly found its claws and teeth sealed back within itself, beyond control, while its dozen or so manipulated spirits transford into wisps of black smoke, disappearing into its shadow, no matter how it shook its head and tail, they wouldn’t appear.
"Weapons Stop Curse!"
Crow No.3 showed no anger at the obstruction of the beast swarm, instead appearing exceedingly joyous: "High-level magic just taught in second grade, probably not many third graders would use such spells in places like this... Do you want to keep observing?"
Seven Crows initially nodded silently, then slightly shook his head, proceeding to pull out the Law book, flip it open with the wind, and softly chant a spell:
"Birds chirp lodiously, seeking companionship!"
A few green birds struggled out from his Law book, happily chirping twice, flapping their wings into several streaks of light, dispersing in all directions, quickly vanishing into the depths of Silent Forest.
...
...
Boom!!
A giant pale blue hand suddenly appeared, reaching straight for the white-eyed big tiger, swift as lightning, pressing the tiger’s head into the dirt, then the giant hand’s fingers tightened, grabbing the tiger’s neck bones, with a re clutch and a shake, the tiger curled up like a small kitten, with tears streaming down, completely devoid of its initial fierce deanor.
Following the giant hand erged a sturdy arm, about a ter in diater, then the head, body, another arm, etc. It took only a short ti for a more than twenty-ter tall Bo Fu Clan Giant glowing with pale blue light to appear in the forest clearing, with a simple gesture, it easily shredded the encirclent that had been pressuring the Fringe Hunting Team.
"Really, what a pity!"
The Giant’s voice rang like thunder, booming across the sky, glancing at the ’little kitten’ in its hand, then raising an arm to wipe away the waterfall-like drool dripping from its mouth, finally shaking its head and hollering, flinging the ’kitten’ far away.
Even housecats have three parts wildness, let alone this tiger; without understanding the identity of those guys in the dark, carrying this tiger along would be unwise.
Mournful tiger howls echoed from the sky.
In the distance, a fearso Hungarian Tree Bee instantly spotted the towering Giant, terrified, its wings folding, releasing several foul slls mid-air before finally stopping its advance, sharply angling away, fleeing much faster than it had approached.
Mind you, most ordinary Giant Dragons are just food on a Giant’s dining table; it rely ca for a breeze, not to end up on the barbecue rack.
As for the blue bird, thin-waisted bee, etc., to the Bo Fu Clan Giant, they were no more than dust, it casually pulled up a large willow and swung it around before wiping it clean and ceased paying attention, shifting to scoop up the Axis Water Worm, now translucent as an envelope.
In the Zhen Staying Battle Formation, the Fringe Hunting Team imdiately recognized the Giant’s identity, obediently, without any resistance.
The Giant’s eyes glead like torches, finally glancing at the two silhouettes standing atop the ancient locust tree nearby, without a hint of hesitation, it strode forward, breaking into a run.
Leaving the two ’Ravens’ bewildered.
"Why is it running?!"
Crow No.3 pointed towards his nose: "Isn’t that a Bo Fu Clan? Do we look dangerous? Even if a Big Wizard arrives, it should be able to maneuver a bit!"
"Smart hunting teams never interact with opponents of unidentified identity." Seven Crows didn’t find it odd, nodded approvingly, then redirected the conversation: "We can basically confirm the identity... Follow them, don’t lose their trail."
As he spoke, he released ’Birds chirp lodiously’ again.
Then the two ’Ravens’ transford into wisps of smoke, swiftly diving into the forest, closely pursuing the Giant.
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