Among the five students including Martina, nearly everyone was bleeding from their noses and mouths, with blood also flowing from their ears.

The stronger ones could still remain conscious, but two of the weaker Gaseous Wizards had already fainted completely.

The roar was truly terrifying, an earth-shattering sound.

The noise exploded so close above their heads, causing those with weaker constitutions to collapse immediately.

Booker was surrounded by a dirt-yellow shield, his complexion somewhat pale.

It wasn't because he was injured, purely out of fear.

As an old Wizard, Booker was naturally experienced and well-acquainted with the pollution zone; otherwise, he wouldn't dare to casually bring students there.

It must be said, he indeed had quite a few real skills.

But precisely because he knew a lot, Booker was very clear about what was above them.

"Legendary Demon…"

When Booker thought of these four words, he swallowed with some bitterness.

As a Level 2 Wizard, it had been a long time since he felt this fear of impending death.

Encountering any other powerful demon, Booker wouldn't claim to defeat it, but at least he could ensure his own safety.

But when facing a Legendary Demon, he never even considered confronting it.

His mind raced, thinking about how to escape.

Legendary Demons are the most powerful entities known to Wizards within the pollution zone.

Any single Legendary Demon has at least the strength of a Fourth-Level Wizard.

In the Land of Dawn, those at Level 4 were basically the strongest in various factions.

The highest rulers of various factions generally reached the level of a Fourth-Level Wizard.

Therefore, when Wizards of the Land of Dawn encountered a Legendary Demon in the pollution zone, they almost had no ability to resist.

The origins of Legendary Demons are varied, with some saying they have existed since ancient times.

Others say Legendary Demons have also proliferated through many generations, but due to their rarity, they are little known.

The Wizards of the Land of Dawn, through experiences accumulated with blood over the years, summarized the eight great Legendary Demons within the pollution zone.

Encountering any of these eight types of Legendary Demons means facing a near-fatal encounter.

Ordinary Pioneers entering the pollution zone might never encounter such beings in their lifetime.

If they do come across one, all they can do is blame bad luck, as the odds are just too low.

Something most people never see in a lifetime; dying at the hands of a Legendary Demon leaves nothing to be said.

Booker felt dizzy, his face turned pale, his heart raced.

He almost forgot there were such beings in the pollution zone, having always thought of them as legend stories.

Never expected that on this outing, he would encounter such a level of existence.

He looked up, wanting to know which Legendary Demon they had encountered.

A giant fist engulfed in flames gave him the answer.

"Incinerator." Booker uttered these three words upon seeing the giant fist descending from the sky.

The Incinerator is a demon resembling a monkey, extremely large.

Its main feature is flames burning fiercely all over its body.

However, the Incinerator primarily attacks not with fire, but by relying on its formidable physical strength, overpowering with brute force.

But the flames themselves are extremely hot, ordinary Wizards simply cannot withstand such high temperatures.

Once their bodies come into direct contact with these flames, they would soon be cooked.

The Incinerator's fist descended from the sky with fierce winds, crashing down.

The castle's Witch Array blocked the fist momentarily, then completely shattered, losing all functionality.

Instantly, the castle's Witch Array ceased to operate, completely destroyed.

Booker quickly conjured a thick stone wall above the castle, then immediately turned and fled, blinking several times to a distant point.

Since the castle's Witch Array had been destroyed, exits were everywhere, Booker seized the opportunity to flee.

The Incinerator's fist struck the stone wall, causing it to shatter instantly, breaking into countless small stones that flew in all directions.

Simultaneously, numerous flames splattered out, landing everywhere.

These stones and flames also hit the five people on the ground, eliciting wails all around.

Some were hit on the head by stones, and having already fainted, couldn't effectively protect themselves, dying on the spot.

Others who got touched by the flames were rolling on the ground in agony.

These flames couldn't be extinguished by conventional means, clinging to the body like maggots on bones, burning deeper into the flesh.

Unless the whole person was consumed, the flames wouldn't stop.

Herag, being within the stone cage, was protected by it, avoiding the disaster.

Booker, focused solely on escaping, couldn't care about him.

The fist retracted, and from a gap between the stone bars, Herag glanced up at the sky.

He only saw a giant hand retracting, along with two enormous feet, unable to fully view the Incinerator.

The Incinerator's target seemed to be Booker, losing interest in the castle after his escape, instead focusing on the distant Booker.

The Incinerator stomped on the ground, causing a gust of wind powerful enough to almost blow the people on the ground away.

Roar!

Another explosion resounded overhead; this time, Herag was prepared, shielding his ears, feeling less discomfort.

The noise was tremendous as the Incinerator flew across the sky.

Hearing it rapidly fade, the intense threat of death that loomed over Herag's heart finally eased somewhat.

Judging by how far the Incinerator flew, Booker truly could run.

In such a short amount of time, he had managed to get that far, likely using some special means.

Minutes later, the stone pillars suddenly crumbled.

Herag understood that Old Man Booker was probably no more.

That Old Man Booker was able to hold out for a few minutes under the chase of a Legendary Demon was quite remarkable.

Of course, it was also possible that Old Man Booker had voluntarily canceled the Drawing a Prison spell to conserve magic power.

Though this possibility was relatively small.

After Drawing a Prison disappeared, Herag stood on the ground, looking at the moaning few before him.

One man was still alive; upon seeing Herag, he fearfully crawled backwards.

His leg was broken, unable to stand, so he could only crawl on the ground, his broken leg twisted at an extremely strange angle.

Herag took out the World Tree Bow, aimed at the man's head, and shot an arrow.

Once the green arrow left the World Tree Bow, it disappeared, appearing in front of the man's head the next instant.

Immediately, the man's head exploded, and he fell completely silent.

"Don't… don't kill me..."

Martina was still alive, her knee on her leg crushed, a few ribs broken, unable to move freely.

Watching Herag shoot an arrow exploding her companion's head, she fearfully retreated.

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