"Don't worry about the sandbox's exterior right now!"
The Fat Wizard interrupted Zheng Qing's analysis, his voice suddenly becoming tense: "Those crows are not right! Something is very wrong with them! ... They're not out of control... They're being controlled to slaughter each other!"
No further reminder from Xin was necessary, as the other two young wizards within the Array also noticed the anomaly around them.
The multicolored feathers fell from the sky like snowflakes, only to turn into ashes very close to the ground in swirling clusters; the sharp, piercing screeches mingled together, rising and falling, and even through the protective barrier, Zheng Qing still felt a strong discomfort, a suffocating urge to vomit.
That wasn't even the worst of it.
