Grateful to Winster, Instantly Killing a Mid Second Ring, Looting a Resource Depot?
In the distance.
Flames churned as dozens of airships launched wave after wave of attacks at the interior of the Crimson Eye.
Even from dozens of kilometers away, Ian could feel the elemental fluctuations caused by the attacks.
Three figures were locked in a chaotic battle, roaring flames, Darkfire, and ice unleashed as though mana were free.
All the Wizards kept far away, even the Second Ring Wizards.
Ian witnessed it with his own eyes.
Several clusters of elemental auras seemed to be trying to approach the battlefield, but Aaron and Simon, the two vice deans, merely casually launched an attack.
Those elemental auras vanished into smoke.
They had clearly died.
The gap between Three Rings and Second Rings was by no means merely a matter of the quantity and quality of elements, but something deeper.
After watching for a while.
Ian withdrew his gaze and looked toward the area he was responsible for intercepting.
His spiritual power rippled out like water while remaining fully focused, not daring to relax in the slightest.
Yet Ian had clearly underestimated the interception ability of Elemental Mysteries in the main area.
Nearly an entire hour passed.
Ian still found nothing.
"They're here."
Suddenly.
Ian's expression flickered.
He looked toward the rivers of magma, but his spiritual perception still detected nothing.
Such rivers of highly concentrated elements severely interfered with spiritual perception.
The surface was manageable, but if one wanted to probe dozens or even hundreds of meters into the depths of those subterranean magma rivers.
That became difficult.
"But... that isn't what I'm relying on."
He looked at the ground several kilometers away. Countless black threads extended from a point in the earth toward the distant outskirts of the Crimson