Martina, because of her leg injury, could only keep crawling backward.

Her chest heaved continuously as Martina breathed rapidly, her heart filled with fear.

She was very realistic about her own strength.

Although she was a wizard in the Liquid Stage, it was only with the support of Old Man Booker's various resources that she had been thrust into this realm.

Her combat abilities couldn't be described as weak, but she had virtually no practical experience.

And Herag being able to withstand a few rounds against Booker, a Level 2 Wizard, was clearly not something that these few students could handle.

Not to mention that he was still injured, making the odds of winning even lower.

Herag's gaze was drawn momentarily by a constantly moving part, and he took a second look.

However, he wouldn't be tempted. Now wasn't the time to think about those things.

Martina was best at reading people and understood men well.

She immediately noticed Herag's gaze and quickly said, "Spare me, I'm yours, you can do whatever you want with me, I will serve you well. Please, spare my life."

Martina stopped retreating, ignoring the pain in her body, emphasizing her physical advantages.

Herag spoke, "You are indeed trying hard to stay alive, but I'm sorry, you all must die."

He pointed the World Tree Bow at Martina's head.

Martina, with her mouth slightly open, was about to continue begging for mercy.

Bang, and there was a headless corpse on the ground.

The two other remaining conscious men, upon witnessing this scene, began pooling their magic power for a final stand.

They had lost hope and did not think Herag would spare them.

A woman as beautiful as Martina, with such a great figure, was killed without hesitation, making their survival even less likely.

Herag could kill Martina so decisively, without a moment's hesitation, which meant he had made up his mind to kill them all.

Herag naturally noticed the two men's actions; they were injured and unable to control their magic power stably.

Just as the two began to gather their magic power, Herag had already pulled the World Tree Bow.

Two arrows flew out, adding two more headless corpses to the ground.

After eliminating the conscious ones, Herag put away the World Tree Bow and retrieved a longsword from his Space Ring.

With a swift cut, he finished off everyone in the yard.

While dealing with these people, Herag also took the Space Rings from each of them.

However, he didn't have time to inspect them carefully, so he put them in his Space Ring to examine later for any valuable items.

Herag piled up all the bodies together, then cautiously threw scattered flames from various parts of the castle onto them.

After tossing a few clusters of flames, the fire burned more fiercely, soon reducing the bodies to ashes.

Just a few stray flames from the Incinerator had such power, making Herag thankful that he wasn't the one targeted by the Incinerator.

Booker, being a Level 2 Wizard, brimmed with magic power, much stronger than anyone else in the castle.

For the Incinerator, Booker was a meal worth biting into.

As for people like Herag, they were completely like ants on the roadside, easily ignored.

Unless the Incinerator was in a foul mood, he wouldn't go out of his way to step on them.

After clearing all traces, Herag hurriedly left the place.

While the chances of the Incinerator specifically returning to crush these ants were small, one could never be too cautious.

If that thing came over, Herag would have no choice but to immediately activate the Plane Coordinate to escape into the Abyss Plane.

After leaving the castle, Herag quickly distanced himself from it, still heading east.

Just now, Old Man Booker ran to the north, and the Incinerator chased after him in that direction.

Herag believed now was the best time to flee.

With the Incinerator's appearance, all surrounding demons and potential dangers would definitely steer clear of this place.

Traveling at this time was most suitable, without much worry about suddenly bumping into any demons.

As he traveled, Herag took out the five Space Rings he had picked up and carefully examined each one.

The first thing he found was a Talisman Stone, which he threw away upon glancing at.

The Talisman Stone could only be used by the owner with matching magic power, it was useless to anyone else.

Moreover, its identity was very specific, holding onto it was just trouble.

Herag didn't know which Wizard Organization these people belonged to.

The news would undoubtedly reach the organization behind them soon after their deaths.

Old Man Booker was likely dead, and the death of a Level 2 Wizard was a major event in any organization, definitely warranting a thorough investigation.

The Talisman Stone also had a tracking function to roughly locate your position.

Only the higher-ups in various organizations could see the location.

This function wasn't to spy on anyone, as the tracking wasn't that precise.

For instance, if Herag held the Talisman Stone in Silver Moon City, it would only show he was in Silver Moon City, without specifying if he was east or west of it.

Generally, wizards in the Land of Dawn stayed within various cities, so this tracking wasn't of much practical use in the city.

The tracking function was mainly for use outside the city, in polluted areas.

Since polluted areas lacked the Magic Net, normal communication functions couldn't be used.

Yet, the internal tracking function didn't need the Magic Net. If a wizard encountered trouble in a polluted area, at least an investigation could be conducted via tracking.

Herag knew this, so he immediately took out the Talisman Stone from the Space Ring and discarded it.

After discarding the Talisman Stone, he continued checking each Space Ring for any tracking-related items.

Upon checking, he found nothing of that sort, and from the performance of these individuals, they didn't seem to be high-ranking wizards unlikely to have such things.

"This is…"

Herag took out a notebook from one of the Space Rings and opened it to find it appeared to be a diary.

The diary seemed to belong to a male student, documenting some experiences of studying under Old Man Booker.

Through reading this diary, Herag learned many things.

"People from the Eye of the Storm…"

Herag knew of the Eye of the Storm, one of the Six Great Wizard Organizations.

The Eye of the Storm's influence was mainly in the western part of the Land of Dawn, with many cities in that region under its control.

Upon learning this information, Herag realized that he was most likely in the western part of the Land of Dawn.

Even if it wasn't directly west, it couldn't be far from there; definitely, it wasn't east.

Because the Eye of the Storm people surely wouldn't casually venture to the farthest eastern side.

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