Time rewinds three minutes.
With less than seven minutes until the end of the Hunting Competition, the massive shadow, like a demon, had not fully descended upon the arena yet but had already outlined its terrifying form.
Thump, thump, thump.
A sudden burst of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility in the lounge beneath the stands.
Li Meng, gasping for breath, burst in, waving a Brass Telescope: "Something big, something big... There's a huge creature outside! Zheng Qing is doomed!"
"Oh?"
Su Daxu hummed lazily, putting down the "Near-Death Experience," and tilted her head to glance at the Little Witch: "Don't rush, speak slowly."
The expression on Li Meng's classmate was immediately ensnared by her killing glance.
