The Academy's End

Dago and Headmaster Jodes met in the air and began a one-sided slaughter of the remaining Black-Robed Wizards on the ground.

Basically, no Third-Level Apprentice Wizard could withstand a single spell from them. During their battle with Flax, quite a few had even been killed by the aftershocks.

Before long, Dago and Headmaster Jodes had wiped out the crazed Black-Robed Wizards.

Amid the burning sea of flames, the two of them descended onto streets where blood flowed like rivers.

Only the Blood Flesh Mound, which had occupied the entire Wizard Hall—the Blood Mother Esog—remained unresolved.

"Those beasts! They're too arrogant!"

Headmaster Jodes panted heavily and growled furiously, "They're utterly insane! This is intolerable!"

Dago nodded in agreement.

As the two drew closer to the pulsing Wizard Hall, they truly came to understand the enormity and strength of the Blood Flesh Mound.

The sound of the Duskblood Sea's waves constantly churned beside their ears, accompanied by strange whispers from the Blood Flesh Mound.

Their blood began to thicken like syrup, and moving became increasingly difficult.

Their mental force fields were continuously battered by blood-energy particles, and their perception of the surroundings kept weakening. They could only keep compressing their mental force fields to resist the environment's erosion.

Even a Formal Wizard's most basic ability of flight was restricted. They could only approach the Blood Flesh Mound on foot.

The area around the Blood Flesh Mound grew increasingly bizarre and frenzied. The two exchanged a glance. They had to eliminate the source as quickly as possible.

Dago raised the Ice Crystal Wand in his hand. A massive amount of air was compressed to its limit until it ignited!!!

A Flame Core Air Bullet was ready to fire.

Meanwhile, enormous energy fluctuations gathered once more within the Flame Ring Sigil behind Headmaster Jodes,