Intense flames rose, accompanied by drifting smoke.
A moment later, as Angel looked down, he saw that a hollow had formed in the lush forest below, where a large number of trees had been blown away, revealing the uneven ground below.
As trees toppled, Angel could see the situation below.
In a clearing created by the explosion stood a little girl barefoot, wearing a tattered white dress, her long black hair covering her face. Four or five Wizard Apprentices surrounded her heavily. Their hands still carried energy patterns, indicating that the explosion just now was their collaborative effort.
At that moment, about a dozen more Apprentices from the sky also descended, encircling the little girl.
Upon seeing this scene, Greerwu said in a low voice, “Just as Lord Aoluxiya said, humans love to fight amongst themselves.”
“Not even sparing a cub,” Greerwu said, looking at the little girl who was about the same size as himself, with sympathy in his eyes.
Angel, however, didn’t feel any pity; after all, the girl had survived such a powerful explosion without any visible injuries, which suggested that she was no helpless “cub.”
“Where will you run to now! We kindly saved you at Thorn Ridge, and you didn’t even repay us, but you dared to steal our Magic Crystals, potions, and supplies while we rested. You are truly an ungrateful wretch!” A female Apprentice descended from the sky, landing in front of the little girl, with resentment in her eyes.
With the female Apprentice’s cursing, the little girl immediately became the target of public condemnation.
Angel could now see what was going on; it seemed like a case of theft, and they were catching the thief. As for whether the little girl was the thief or not, Angel didn’t know… But the several One-time Spatial Capsules attached to her waist, all of different styles, seemed unlikely to be hers.
“It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it,” a timid voice came from the little girl.
“Our Spatial Capsules are hanging on your waist, and you still dare to say you didn’t do it?”
“Hand over our stuff!”
“Why waste the words, just kill her!”
The crowd pressed in, and the little girl, trembling, backed away, as if she was about to retreat into an aura of death.
Angel shook his head and stopped paying attention to the scene below. He said to Greerwu, who was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, “Popota and I will be leaving now.”
As far as the “liveliness” Wodell had mentioned, Angel had no intention of watching longer. Whether right or wrong, it was none of his business. As for Greerwu’s “affection for the young,” it had no effect on Angel; in his eyes, these so-called cubs were just troublemakers.
Angel turned to leave, but at that moment, a daunting pressure descended from the sky and a green vine suddenly sprang from the ground, lunging at Angel!
Was this the pressure of a Wizard Level?!
Angel had been intimidated by pressure numerous times before, and upon feeling this pressure, a flash of panic crossed his eyes. However, he quickly realized that although the pressure made his spirit feel oppressed, it seemed not to restrict his physical body.
He could still move!
A thought flashed across Angel’s mind: Could it be because his body had become stronger, he was now unaffected by the pressure?
This thought was fleeting as he needed to evade the impending danger.
Black and gold patterns on Angel’s feet flashed continuously. The vine seemed aggressive, but it wasn’t as fast as Angel. Several swipes missed Angel completely.
Just as it seemed he could dodge the vine’s attack, the vine suddenly sprouted countless thorns.
The thorns were sharp, shimmering with a faint green light.
“Poisoned?” Angel immediately realized and with a false step, he grabbed Popota, who was shocked still by the pressure, and started to run swiftly.
At the same time, the thorns scattered in all directions.
Thick as thieves, they formed an inescapable net.
Escape was no longer an option, and Angel’s brow furrowed as he dragged Popota down with him.
The ground shook, kicking up clouds of dust.
Angel landed right in the center of the group!