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The place we had been teleported to was some sort of plaza resembling an arena. It was already surrounded by formation hubs, and more than a dozen mentors stood watching us, all of them looking hostile.
"Do you think you own the Demon-Fighting Tower? Acting recklessly, greedily plundering everything—you are hereby ordered to disarm immediately and hand over everything you obtained from the Demon-Fighting Tower. Then await punishment from the Discipline Mentors. Otherwise, we will suppress and kill you on the spot today, without mercy!" An aged voice came from outside the force field.
I focused my eyes and saw that the old man's mentor robes bore the emblem of the Spirit Extremity Academy. His face was twisted with savagery, so it seemed he had quite a grudge against us.
After all, back on the third floor, I had thoroughly battered the Spirit Extremity Academy's forces. Rebuilding their position would probably take more than thirty or fifty years, so I figured this was the consequence of offending the Spirit Extremity Academy.
The most powerful academy was the Spirit Extremity Academy. It seemed that our actions inside had already sparked a political exchange outside, and the other academies intended to treat us as discarded pawns, leaving us at the Spirit Extremity Academy's mercy.
Otherwise, escaping the Demon-Fighting Tower in such a short time should have caused an uproar throughout the academy.
Of course, no matter how terrible the outcome was, it was hardly unprecedented in my lifelong history. This situation was still within my expectations.
My most urgent task now was to destroy the formation hubs or leave the area under their control. Otherwise, Red Skirt and the others would die before I did!
"Blood Robe!" I waved my hand, and a group of demon spirit bodies immediately surged out