Chapter 105: A Resounding Victory

As steaming intestines, hearts, livers, spleens, and lungs, accompanied by a shower of bright red blood, rained down through the air, every human apprentice present found themselves momentarily stunned.

An apprentice sorcerer!

This time, the one slain was an apprentice sorcerer!

Within the hearts of all the fallen apprentices, a wild cry echoed—on their twisted faces, anger mingled with an unmistakable trace of fear.

If… if at that moment just now, it had been their own defensive magic that shattered, then the fragments cascading through the air now would surely be their own remains! The mere thought sent an icy chill through every fallen apprentice’s soul, igniting for the first time a deep reverence for sorcerer-class monsters.

Without hesitation, lightning flashed and crackled; Hegel was instantly enveloped in a dazzling, blinding electric net and vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already at the edge of the corrupted jungle. The dark apprentice sorcerer’s body suddenly exploded into a thick cloud of black smoke, which swiftly seeped into the soil beneath, and then a faintly raised line of earth rapidly fled toward the jungle’s outskirts.

Landin, transformed into a frost giant, changed expressions three times in an instant. He took a cautious step back and crouched, clasping his hands together. Instantly, a massive, crystal-clear block of ice sealed him inside. Judging by the ice’s thickness and the shimmering runes embedded within, even the most ferocious strike from the flower spirit would struggle to break it in a short time.

There was no other choice. The frost giant transformation granted Landin formidable physique and unparalleled physical strength, along with ice magic far exceeding normal limits. Yet, regrettably, none of this enhanced his speed! In defeat and retreat, such a colossal form would only draw more enemies to him.

Thus, Landin had to rely on the icy barrier to temporarily safeguard himself. Inside the transparent crystal, his tall, muscular form rapidly shrank, returning to his normal shape. Through the ice, he retrieved a sorcery scroll inscribed with ancient, rustic patterns. His fiery gaze shifted from the flower spirit to Grimm twice before finally, with a resigned sigh, unfurling it.

With a shimmering, misty glow, violent spatial fluctuations rippled across the battlefield. When the light faded, Landin’s figure was nowhere to be seen within the ice.

An Escape Scroll! This was no trivial item purchasable by ordinary apprentices at exorbitant prices; it was typically crafted only by fully-fledged sorcerers. The destination was usually a secure and concealed refuge.

Grimm did not attempt to break through the icy barrier. Instead, he carefully directed the lightning giant and two shattered rock serpent constructs to gather around him, beginning a slow withdrawal from the battlefield.

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