After half an hourglass of time.
As the black ink behind Grimm suddenly calmed down and gradually became transparent, the sense of crisis that made every cell in Grimm feel depressed disappeared. Under the Mask of Truth, Grimm secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stopped in mid-air.
"Is it over there?"
Muttering to himself, Grimm repaired the damage on both sides of his cheekbones with a thoughtful look.
He did not know whether the dean of the Shadow Argus Academy, who could communicate with the Medium World and cast this strange curse witchcraft, was killed by his own curse witchcraft, or if he had used some of the weaknesses of this witchcraft to break the witchcraft that he had cast himself.
With a spatial distortion, Grimm returned to the Starfall Reconnaissance Craft for the third time.
"Caw caw caw, Young Master, it seems that we have won, it's over there, he will no longer be able to communicate with the will deep in the Medium World."
Grimm leaned back on the soft chair of the Starfall Reconnaissance Craft and nodded, exhaling the stuffiness in his chest.
It seemed that the dean of the Shadow Argus Academy, who cast the curse witchcraft, did not die under his own curse witchcraft, but paid the huge price of no longer being able to communicate with the deep will of the Medium World to forcibly end this illusory curse witchcraft.
"Little Eight, if I can get the body password of the other party, but the other party does not attack me, what is the active attack ability of the Great Curse Witchcraft?"
"Caw caw caw caw caw …"
Little Eight laughed wickedly, staring at Grimm with a pair of big eyes, her smugness was indescribable.
"The active attack ability of the Great Curse Witchcraft is something that I, Lord Ba, spent a full two thousand years to design a variety of different curses to meet the various needs of the caster, divided into six levels! The lowest level requires the caster to swallow Lord Ba's bird poop, the subject … Ah! "
Although Grimm was already prepared, he was still angry and directly threw Little Eight into the Dimensional Gap.
No wonder the Ancient Celestial Sorcerer Antonio had never cast this Great Curse Witchcraft, it seemed that the problem with the incantation was only one of them.
Secondly, the witchcraft designed by Little Eight was not created to kill the enemy, it was just a witchcraft for Little Eight to regain her dignity.
Little Eight's temper, sigh …
With a sigh, the Starfall Reconnaissance Craft returned to the Shadow Argus Sorcerer Academy, flying steadily at top speed, disappearing into the horizon in a flash.
This time, Grimm's actions at the Shadow Argus Sorcerer Tower were enough to shake the Shadow Argus Sorcerer Academy. All Grimm needed to do now was to hide near the academy and create one or two insignificant incidents from time to time to remind them of his existence, and that would be enough.
After this confrontation between the academies, the Sorcerer Continent would begin the Holy Tower Qualification Battle that was held once every hundred years, and it would be the beginning of a new round of Sorcerer-Apprentice cultivation.
Whether this Academy War initiated by the Shadow Argus Sorcerer Academy would continue to the next round of the Holy Tower Qualification Battle of the Hundred Years' Sorcerer-Apprentices would all depend on the Shadow Argus Sorcerer Academy's assessment of the situation of the Academy War.
…
Ten days later.
Pildebo was still patrolling the Shadow Argus Sorcerer Academy with his own disciples.
The original plan to apply to go to the Hydra Wrath Sorcerer Academy to participate in the Academy War with Dean Migo had also failed due to Dean Migo's disappearance. After being comforted and persuaded by Dean Amirangelo, he once again carried out the academy patrol mission.
Carson followed behind his mentor and looked at the large crater and ravine in the square in front of the Hydra Wrath Sorcerer Tower, as if the fierce battle ten days ago was still fresh in his mind.
It was a scene that made Carson's blood boil!
So this was what a truly powerful Sorcerer was like?
His every move could use magic to gather the majestic natural elemental energy, and he could easily use the powerful sorcery that was tens or even hundreds of times the leverage rule. The elemental activated creatures that had been cultivated and tempered for hundreds or even thousands of years could run amok, and there was also that majestic and insufferably arrogant Flame Giant!
Of course, the strongest was still the Giant Eye Shadow of the Sorcerer Tower's Mana Pool. Even the insufferably arrogant Flame Giant could only flee in panic under the attack of the Giant Eye Shadow of the Mana Pool, unable to fight back. In the end, it was defeated by two attacks.
Everything made Carson's heart yearn for it.
He yearned for the day that he could become a part of such a grand battlefield in the future, controlling the form of the war, resisting the attack of the insufferably powerful Flame Giant, and fighting side by side with the other academy deans.
What a dream.
Sigh …
He sighed. It was a pity that in such a fierce battlefield, even his own mentor was only a supporting character. It was lucky that he did not die, not to mention himself.
"Don't think so much. The path of a Sorcerer lies in accumulation. Knowledge is endless. We must accumulate it bit by bit, and one day, we will walk our own Sorcerer's path."
Pildebo turned around and taught his disciple who had been depressed for the past few days.
"Yes, Mentor."
Carson nodded. After adjusting his emotions, he suddenly asked, "Mentor, what happened to the last concealment person? Was he killed by the few deans?"
Pildebo smiled coldly and comforted him, "Don't worry. Although that concealment person is strong, he is only one person after all. Although the deans did not kill him on the spot and let him escape with his life, I reckon that he will never return even if he has a hundred guts."
"Hmph!"
* Crackle! *
As soon as Pildebo's words fell, Grimm, who was about to pass by the two patrolling Sorcerers in search of an easier target, snorted coldly under the Robe of Representations. Black electric arcs attracted light from all directions and shot out.
After activating the Immortal Body twice, Grimm's mental strength had plummeted to one hundred and thirty-six points. In addition, the main body of the concealment mission had been completed. All that was left was to maintain the presence of the Shadow Argus Sorcerer Sorcerer and maintain deterrence. Therefore, Grimm had no intention of making a move on this Level-2 Sorcerer.
It would not be nice if the other party escaped.
Who knew that when he passed by the two, Grimm would hear the Level-2 Sorcerer declare that he would never dare to return to the Shadow Argus Sorcerer Academy ever again. As such, Grimm snorted coldly and made his move.
"Ah!"
Pillbox cried out in alarm.
Although Grimm's Destructive Force attack with 126 points of mental strength could no longer reach 4500 points of damage, it was still not something that Pildebo could defend against at least 3000 points of damage.
Moreover, Pildebo had let down his guard. The black electric arc easily penetrated his body, and he disappeared with a "poof".
Easy and simple. A Level 2 Sorcerer would die in the face of the Destructive Force!
Carson could only feel the hairs on his body standing up and cold sweat dripping down his back. Every cell in his body could feel the aura of death rushing towards him. This mysterious Sorcerer who suddenly appeared …
Under the Mask of Truth, Grimm glanced at the Level 1 Sorcerer. He was not interested in wasting time on unnecessary killing, so he teleported away.
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