Just as these Dark Wizards chose a tactical retreat and reached the edge of another battlefield, they ran into another group of companions.
These companions appeared to be in even worse condition than they were. Their robes had long since been torn to shreds, and some still had spiderwebs wrapped around their faces, concealing scorched skin beneath.
In a voice still trembling with fright, their companions warned them never to venture any deeper into that battlefield, because there was a red-haired student there.
That red-haired student kept five Acromantulas, and those Acromantulas could coordinate with one another, directly scattering their entire group.
The terrified faces and the wounds of varying severity on their bodies were more convincing than any words.
To be safe, when these Dark Wizards took in their companions, they also made their next course of action clear: they would no longer go deeper into this battlefield, instead heading in another direction.
Along the way, they encountered something truly terrifying.
Accompanied by a rumbling roar, several companions were sent flying. Not only had several of their bones been broken in the collision, but their Wands had also been crushed into two pieces as they fell.
All they could see after the sound swept past was billowing dust and a massive figure hidden within it.
Faced with these companions who would not stop wailing, they decisively chose to leave them where they were.
After all, their companions' bones were already broken. Continuing to move would easily cause even greater injuries; it was better to let them recuperate where they were.
As for whether that rumbling sound might return and crush these injured companions into pulp, who could guarantee otherwise?
If they could not guarantee it would happen again, then they simply assumed it would not.
At the very least,