Feeling Jeming's gaze, Augusta reluctantly gritted his teeth, but still followed the noble etiquette and bowed to Jeming to express his gratitude. Then he quickly left the valley with his followers.

On the other side, Horn smiled and nodded to Jeming, and finally, after instructing his followers a few words, he also left.

"Strange person."

Feeling baffled by the looks from the two people, Jeming shrugged, not bothering with these matters. He then somewhat regretfully took out his few pieces of Talisman Witchcraft to inspect them.

After all, with the high-intensity operation, all the attack-type Talisman Witchcraft and most of the flying Talisman Witchcraft were excessively damaged and unusable.

There were still quite a few defensive-type Talisman Witchcraft left, but relying solely on Alchemy as a means of attack felt insufficient.

"Such a pity, they're all broken. Looks like I can only withdraw afterward..."

Just as Jeming was contemplating whether to leave or stay in this plane for a few more days, he suddenly paused slightly, as a message came from his ring.

"Trial complete, everyone prepare for teleportation!"

"Alright then, there's no need to hesitate."

Jeming reattached the pile of damaged Talisman Witchcraft to his belt, then picked up the large beast-hide bag nearly his size, and stood silently waiting.

Other Wizard Apprentices also received the message, and they all stopped in their tracks while chasing the Indigenous People.

Some were unwilling to let them go so easily and simply stood still, gathering power, preparing to launch a big attack on the Indigenous People before leaving.

No matter how the apprentices reacted, when the designated time arrived, everyone's bodies lit up with a soft white light, and then their figures warped like water waves, disappearing from the Gray Rock Realm.

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Outside the Gray Rock Realm, Nolun Academy's Teleportation Plaza.

The moment Jeming officially entered the battlefield, the originally noisy plaza fell into silence.

Especially when he single-handedly destroyed the entire army, it made all apprentices drop their jaws in shock.

Bush, Gomen.

We're all Third Level Wizard Apprentices, why are you so extraordinary?

Did we learn the same Extraordinary Power?

While Augusta and Horn's levels of power were still within the apprentices' understanding range, the power Jeming demonstrated was completely beyond comprehension.

The High Tier Wizard overseeing the entire trial process couldn't help but curl his lips watching this scene on the screen, glanced at the gaping apprentices around, and nodded in satisfaction internally.

With such a powerful benchmark, the survival rate of these two classes should improve quite a bit.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the scene on the light screen, internally couldn't help but compare it to himself back then.

"Truly... a monster."

Jeming's genius reminded him of an old figure, causing him to sigh a little internally.

"His power is almost comparable to that monster Clark from back in the day. Genius is truly an unreasonable existence..."

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Gray Rock Realm, Bloody Valley.

The Indigenous People who had been fleeing in panic realized that the pursuing Wizard Apprentices had vanished eerily after escaping a distance.

They stopped, panic-stricken, warily observing for a long time before daring to confirm that the Wizards had indeed left completely.

Only a few leaders remained, who, after confirming safety, led the remnants of their troops back to the temporary camp with lingering fear.

This time's plan resulted in heavy loss, with the entire allied army nearly crushed.

In the main tent, a heavy atmosphere lingered.

"The plan... should have succeeded!" The Kingdom Knight Commander clutched his chest, where Jeming's Fireball had struck, leaving it charred black.

"Our numbers, our traps, our spatial sealing... we did everything well! Why did this happen?!"

"It's that... that monster!" The Shaman Leader's voice trembled, "He is on a completely different level than the other Wizard Apprentices. Could he be what they call a Wizard?! Or is he a Divine? How could he have inexhaustible magic power?! He single-handedly destroyed everything we had..."

Looking at his frenzied state, the other leaders exchanged glances but didn't stop him because they too felt lingering fear.

Until the venting ended, the group gradually calmed down.

"Although these Wizard Apprentices have dispersed, who knows if they'll continue invading next time. We must come up with restraint measures!"

Saying this, the Kingdom Knight Commander took out a map, beginning the battle review with a heavy heart.

The others nodded, sighed, and gathered around.

During the review process, they were astonished to find out that a crucial detachment supposed to blockade the flanks in the valley early was inexplicably diverted to the area where the terrifying Wizard later emerged.

Though the area became an intelligence void due to the opponent's decisive slaughter, the lack of intelligence could showcase the opponent's advance route from another perspective.

From the intelligence void, it appeared the opponent didn't head straight here initially, but probably came for revenge due to that detachment's attack.

And the one who gave that deadly order... was Priest Oswaldo, who had set up the large-scale Spatial Imprisonment.

The leaders looked at Priest Oswaldo, who remained silent in the corner, their eyes filled with doubt and anger.

"Oswaldo! Why did you reassign that unit?! You lured in that monster!" The Kingdom Knight Commander questioned angrily.

"If it wasn't for that monster's interference, the outcome of this battle would have been completely different!" Someone else complained.

However, Priest Oswaldo's expression turned exceptionally peculiar.

His previously pale face from excessive power usage had unknowingly returned to normal, even more rosy than before.

The sacred and solemn aura of the priest was completely gone, replaced by an extremely calm, even indifferent expression.

He ignored the surrounding leaders' questioning, his eyes vacant, seemingly in a daze, as if communicating with something internally.

Annoyed by the questioning, Oswaldo finally cast them a impatient glance.

Just a glance.

An overwhelming pressure descended, tangible and unbearable for mortals!

Thump! Thump!

The surrounding leaders felt their legs become feeble, bodies uncontrollably kneeling on the ground.

The soldiers outside the tent did the same, regardless of their strength, trembling and unable to move under the terrifying pressure.

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