The roar of voices surged like a tide across the broad stone-step plaza.
The seats on the steps were quickly filled by students, and the roads around them were no exception. The teachers and students of Iketerite Academy seemed drawn in by this force, stopping in their tracks as their eyes focused on the mega screen.
Every so often, they shouted and cheered excitedly at the top of their lungs.
Iketerite Academy looked as if it were celebrating a festival.
"Loren, you're back!"
"I knew you weren't dead. A man of your caliber couldn't just die like that."
Although a black centipede brand that had never been there before was inexplicably engraved across the right side of Loren's face in the image, like the price of returning from hell, that Primordial Slab-style Divine Era Radiance and ninth-tier wind magic unquestionably proved that he was the genuine Hell Loren.
The disdainful eyelid at the top of the black centipede curse mark, and those azure eyes shining with a clear, icy light, made everyone feel that Loren had reached an entirely new level. He embodied the meaning of being unrivaled beneath the heavens.
"Was that a ninth-tier spell Teacher Loren just used?"
"That was definitely ninth-tier!"
"When did Teacher Loren reach the ninth tier?"
Excited discussions continued without end, and everyone's condition had changed.
Faced with the invaders, they had originally seen no hope or future. They did not know when it would end. But after hearing Loren's voice and seeing the wind flow, it was as if their entire selves had been reignited. Their bodies were filled with strength, and they were so excited that they might not be able to sleep that night!
"The most terrifying thing about Loren is that you can never guess how many lives he has."