A gigantic blue hand, along with two thick arms, swept across the ground like massive plows, clearing away the snarling, staggering undead in one stroke.
Silent Swordsman wielded the three-foot azure blade in hand, dancing desperately like a blue butterfly amid a storm as he cut down one diving monstrous bird after another.
Even a certain Under the Moon Aristocrat, usually the most particular about his appearance, revealed his true form, transforming into a giant wolf with bat wings. He glided like a ghost through the surrounding air, tearing apart every monster that approached them.
The Great Druid Priest of the Dark Council witnessed it all.
"Commendable courage."
He offered a brief assessment—among wizards who had yet to reach registered rank, receiving such praise from an Archwizard was already no small honor.
"But insufficient strength."
As he spoke, the Great Druid Priest raised his head. His slightly hunched figure abruptly grew much larger, and he extended a withered claw toward the young wizards fighting the undead. "That's it... this ends here."
Not far away, all three of Professor Yao's heads turned in unison toward the Arch Druid. His gaze was almost tangible, and his voice was icy. "Using the strong to bully the weak... you've crossed the line."
The only response was Lin Chi, the Arch Lich's strange cackling laughter.
"Crossed the line?"
The Arch Lich spread his arms, and grayish-white energy surged from beneath him like a rushing waterfall, rolling and roaring across the chaotic battlefield just like his voice:
"When we touched the Forbidden Curse, we began crossing the line. When we broke into the Black Prison, we crossed it again... We've crossed it so many times already. What does it matter if we cross it a few more?"
That grayish-white energy descended into the staggering sea of