"Crack!"
"Rumble!"
Behind the pitch-black clouds, the deep thunder echoed continuously, sweeping away the original deathly silence of the Black Prison World, and over time, the thunder not only did not diminish but became more frequent. However, the sound grew more distant, and by the time it reached Zheng Qing's ears, it was already muffled and unclear.
But the young scholarship student's attention was not on the thunder at the moment.
He was turning his face, surprisingly examining the tiny black cat the size of a fist on his shoulder.
Red pupils, jet-black short fur, lazy demeanor.
Aside from its size, it was identical to the black cat singing with its tail up several miles away, even the aura on its body was indistinguishable—perhaps that was why it hadn't triggered the instinctive caution of the two young wizards.
Noticing the warlock's dazed expression.
