The Leader of the Flame School is dead?!
Misha and the others looked moved, their faces showing expressions of disbelief.
The pillar of the school at Late Level 6 has fallen, and this news was secretly blocked for half a year, only now they came to know.
"No wonder... no wonder..."
Heliodor muttered, as if he was connecting the dots, but at this point, it was no longer important.
At this moment, in the sky, the Great Elder of the Black Moon Faction has finished preparing his spell, holding up his magic wand, a tranquil black light rapidly burst from his hand.
This black light was as deep as the night, immense as a sheet, silently sweeping across the sky of Spirit Lake, as if nightfall had suddenly descended.
Where the black light covered, all light disappeared, seeming as if even souls would follow into the abyss.
In the vast darkness, a silver moon quietly rose, accompanied by an ancient voice resonating in the ears of every Spirit Lake Wizard.
