The night was pitch-black.
The sounds of battle on the ground did not cease, and fires here and there lent the sky a faint glimmer.
Kieran merely gazed calmly at the black-robed wizard before him.
The black-robed wizard felt his breathing stop for a moment.
Kieran.
The former dean of Elemental Mysteries and its current acting dean.
There were few records of this wizard in the Academy's past archives, but whenever he appeared, he almost always changed the course of battle.
Even among the Second Ring wizards of the Four Academies, he was absolutely among the very best. No wizard dared claim they could defeat him.
Naturally, he stood even less of a chance.
No.
Wasn't he fighting Elder Winston?
He turned to look into the distance, his eyes widening again as he saw the ground not far away.
A colossal stone spike stood dozens of meters tall. At its peak, Elder Winston's eyes had already gone vacant, his body pierced straight through.
Was he already dead?
Gulp.
His throat bobbed, and inwardly, he was shocked. Elder Winston had also been a powerhouse among Peak Second Rings.
If he fought with his life on the line—
Even a Peak Second Ring would have to avoid his edge for the time being.
Yet such a wizard had simply died like this?
"Who are you?"
"You are neither a wizard of the Winston Family nor a wizard of Elemental Mysteries!"
Kieran looked at him and asked calmly.
The black-robed wizard did not answer. He merely turned to flee, but the moment he turned around, two figures had already arrived.
One was wrapped in a storm, while threads of black lightning coiled around the other.
The two blocked his path.
The other two Peak Second Rings had also finished dealing with their respective