Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
A huge shadow of more than seventy meters soared across the sky. The ninety-nine heads of the Enigmatic Myriads roared together, growing to the peak of a level-three creature and flying toward the Holy Tower of Two Rings.
There was no doubt that Grimm was now the most powerful Great Sorcerer below the Stigmata in the Sorcerers World. Even in the long history of the Sorcerers World, it was rare to see a powerhouse like Grimm!
The more extreme one was, the lonelier one was.
Among the powerhouses of the same level, only a few of the strongest Black Sorcerer Kings in the depths of the Black Domain, Siverness of the Holy Tower of Two Rings, and a few Great Sorcerers in the depths of the Holy Tower could still pique Grimm's interest.
Challenging Omnipotent Siverness' undefeated status in the Sorcerers World was probably the only hope of Grimm before he obtained the Stigmata.
As long as he defeated this Great Sorcerer, it would prove that the current Grimm was at least stronger than the former Senior Sister Secluded Spring!
In other words, what Grimm desired was not to defeat Omnipotent Siverness, but to surpass the goal that had been living in his shadow since he was a Sorcerer-Apprentice. The figure that he looked up to and yearned for was the existence that Grimm was once regarded as a shadow by Norris.
No!
Grimm wanted to prove himself. He was himself, not someone's shadow, nor did he copy anyone's Sorcerer Path. For many years, Grimm had been working hard to prove this.
"This damn weather is so damn cold. The Holy Tower of Seven Rings is really incomparable to the Holy Tower of Two Rings."
Little Eight stood on Grimm's shoulder, shrinking her neck, her teeth chattering. After complaining, her sleepy eyes were extremely enchanting.
"Hmm?"
Grimm, who was flying, suddenly felt something.
"Warning barrier, there's an Academy War ahead?"
Slightly stunned, the moment the Enigmatic Myriads flew into the barrier, it attracted the attention of a World Guardian.
Even though Grimm was trying his best to suppress his own power ripples and inadvertently release his aura, it still made the weak creatures nearby feel a burst of fear. Without a Divine Mark, Grimm could no longer perfectly control his powerful power.
He already had the ability to subvert the academy war, but now that he had reached the level of Grimm and was about to advance to a Stigmata, it was indeed not suitable for him to participate in these things that destroyed the balance of the Sorcerer World. Otherwise, in the future, his Sorcerer Tower might cause more trouble because of this, and the gains would not make up for the losses.
That being said, Grimm would not deliberately avoid anything and delay his journey because of a mere academy battle.
He continued flying in the direction of the Holy Tower of Two Rings.
Two days later.
The two Arcane Sorcerers who were engaged in a battle of life and death felt their bodies stiffen at almost the same time. Their hair stood on end, and their expressions changed drastically as they teleported away from each other, raising their heads to look into the distance.
"This, this is …"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
The shadow of a huge, many-headed, monstrous bird flew over their heads, emitting a terrifying aura that caused the surrounding space to tremble. On the back of the huge beast, there was a mysterious figure of a Magus with colorful runes flowing around it. He didn't even look at the two of them and continued flying forward.
Cold sweat dripped down, and the two Level-2 Arcane Sorcerers felt the horror in their hearts at the same time.
Such an unbelievably tyrannical Great Sorcerer, no matter which academy it was, the result was …
No, they had to inform the dean of the academy of this news!
Without making a sound, the two of them who had been fighting each other to the death had dispersed due to the appearance of Grimm and the Enigmatic Myriad Bird. This had changed the tragic fate of only one of them surviving.
…
On the other side.
As the leader of the huge Sorcerer Legion that completely ended the last resistance of the Arcane Hand Sorcerer Academy, Dean Ordongliang stood majestically on the back of the Ironblood Warhawk. A beam of white light shone on top of his head, emitting a shocking aura of life.
Behind Great Sorcerer Ordongliang, there were four Great Sorcerers with different expressions, more than three hundred low-level Sorcerers, and several triangular flying warships, flying in a murderous formation.
Suddenly, on the back of the Ironblood Warhawk, Ordongliang opened his eyes, keenly aware of the abnormal fluctuations in the distant sky. With a terrifying beast instinct, the Ironblood Warhawk let out a long cry, the hair on its neck stood up, and it stopped abruptly!
Waving his hand, Ordongliang signaled the Sorcerer Legion behind him to stop.
"What's going on? Why did they suddenly stop?"
"I don't know. Maybe something happened. Just listen to Dean Ordongliang's command. The Arcane Hand Sorcerer Academy can't hold on any longer. No one can save it!"
Gradually, the horrifying shadow of an Abyssal Demon Dragon appeared in the distance, and on its back stood a mysterious Abyssal Sorcerer surrounded by demonic energy.
A horrifying scar ran across his entire face, and the only eye left was pitch-black. His pale face had a horrifying and cruel smile, and he flew straight towards the Sorcerer Legion.
"I've accepted the reward from the Arcane Hand Sorcerer Academy, and I'll be in charge of protecting them. I've already taken care of all the Mist Storm Academy Sorcerers over there, hehehe, so go back to where you came from."
As he spoke, the Abyssal Sorcerer rested the White Bone Warhammer on his shoulder, which was surrounded by an astonishingly thick blood-red aura. It seemed to be a terrifying Sorcerer Weapon that grew by devouring blood.
The others could only feel the terror of this Great Sorcerer, but on the Ironblood Warhawk, Ordongliang seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils suddenly shrank!
"The Five-Star King of the Abyss, Gromor?"
The Great Sorcerer who had caused a stir in the Sorcerer World in the past hundred years was this Five-Star King of the Abyss!
Two hundred years ago, after a Great Sorcerer of the Holy Tower of Four Rings was defeated by him, he became even more insufferably arrogant, and had become the focus of many Stigmata Sorcerers and Celestial Sorcerers in the Underground Abyss. He was the most likely new Stigmata Sorcerer after Archeron.
However, compared to the past King of the Abyss, this Gromor was even more ruthless. He was an unparalleled powerhouse who had killed his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in dozens of foreign world wars from an unknown Anatomy Refinery Sorcerer!
Every time he went through danger, he would improve a little. At the same time, every time he killed, the power of the Blood Fiend Bone Warhammer in his hand would increase a little. His irresistible hostility and uncompromising character had made this Gromor invincible.
"You didn't turn and run when you saw me, what a great shame! It seems that the massacre I've killed in the Sorcerer Continent a hundred years ago was not enough. If that's the case, hehehe … "
"No …"
"He … he's a Five-Star King of the Abyss!"
Rumble, rumble, rumble …
Merciless killing, bloody brutality, killing had integrated into one's instinct, a feast of killing. After half an hourglass, Gromor's pitch-black palm grabbed Ao Dongliang's neck and he laughed sinisterly, "Why didn't you continue to use Elemental Teleportation to escape?!"
Ao Dongliang struggled with all his might, but he was unable to escape from this terrifyingly strong monster's palm. His black nails pierced deep into his flesh, and blood flowed down the monster's arm.
"Useless thing, the era of the Sorcerer World's Elemental Sorcerers will eventually be replaced by my generation of Anatomy Refinery Sorcerers."
"In the depths of the Sanctum, Siverness, who can cover the sky with one hand …"
Poof!
Gromor's White Bone Warhammer smashed Ao Dongliang to death, and his blood was absorbed by the mysterious power within the warhammer. He laughed coldly and said, "Do you think that the reason I came to the Sorcerer Continent all these years is because of a mere academy war here? There's always been a rumor that the strongest Elemental Sorcerers are in the depths of the Sanctum. Hypocrites who hide their heads and tails, this time, let me tear apart this so-called myth of the Elemental Sorcerers! "
He laughed sinisterly, and his ruthless eyes glanced at the few hidden World Guardians in the distance. Evil energy lingered around him as he flew towards the Misty Storm Sorcerer Academy.
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