In the Fifth Star Ring, near the border separating the south and the west, the crimson aurora shone above as sticky rain fell in all directions. A great wind blew, removing even more moisture from the rain, turning it into a glue that had immense sealing power. In fact, in some areas on the fringe, it had turned into a solid gel.

Not even the air could escape the effects. It was as if the space in this entire area was being solidified by the glue. It was astonishingly mighty and terrifyingly deadly.

Xu Qing was right in the middle of it all. He was covered in the sticky rain, which formed fluidic strands connecting him to the land, the air, and everything else in the area. It was completely stuck even to his skin.

Everything was rapidly turning into a thick gel, and the effects were only speeding up. If he couldn’t free himself soon, and the wind dried everything up, he would be like an object encased in amber. Escape would be completely impossible.

But Xu Qing didn’t seem anxious. He had a way to deal with this glue magic. Because of that, he was focused on analyzing, not the fighting, but rather, factors beyond the field of battle, including the inner state of the young man that was his opponent. Although such things might seem like they weren’t relevant to the actual fighting, the reality was that they were key to everything.