Chapter 75

When Master Zorro's voice echoed, the surviving magic apprentices around the shattered campsite, those who reacted quickly, had already rushed towards the spatial passage.

Indeed, there are no shortage of smart people, especially among these black magic apprentices who have strictly experienced the survival of the fittest.

Each of them has reached this point by stepping over the bodies of a dozen, or even more, black magic apprentices.

This statement does not mean that these high-level black magic apprentices have killed so many weaker apprentices.

Perhaps some apprentices really have blood on their hands.

But apprentices like Sain, who simply performed better than others, survived, while the more foolish ones were eliminated.

Just like in Master Kosolon's formal black magic anatomy class, there is never a shortage of corpse specimens.

Some surviving apprentices rushed towards the location of the spatial passage, while others, still in shock, remained in a state of observation.

The scene of Magician Rock's demise was still fresh in their minds. Who knew what was happening inside the passage or on the other side?

Perhaps the other side of the spatial passage was even less safe than the Yellow Sand World!

At least here, there were no two peak third-level magicians in a fierce battle, nor were there any aftereffects from the battles between other Saint Tower magicians and black magicians.

Sain did not hesitate.

The moment Master Zorro's voice appeared, Sain, who had just come to his senses, immediately carried the injured Lina and rushed towards the location of the spatial passage.

Lina's condition seemed worse than expected, and in the urgency, Sain couldn't lift her magic robe to see where she was injured.

Observing Lina's increasingly pale face and the continuous flow of blood, Sain became increasingly anxious.

Sain's current position was relatively far from the spatial passage.

With Lina in his arms, even though she had cast a Lightness spell and an Acceleration spell on him, he was still a bit slower than the first batch of apprentices who rushed towards the passage.

The first to reach the spatial passage was Sain's Master Brother Zorro.

Although Master Brother Zorro is not skilled in combat, he has a plethora of magical items.

In particular, he possesses a formal magic device, a pair of flying boots that provide short-term gliding ability.

After reaching the spatial passage, Master Brother Zorro did not rashly plunge into it.

The spatial passage was already severely damaged, and apart from formal black magicians, few ordinary black magic apprentices would dare to force their way through.

A crimson elemental sphere appeared in Master Brother's hand. As he infused it with his magic power, a red energy pillar suddenly rose from his hand.

"Hmm." A cold female voice came from the other end of the spatial passage.

Master Brother Zorro clearly recognized the presence. Feeling himself locked by the magic light, he quickly shouted, "Thank you, Vice Dean for your rescue!"

Master Brother Zorro was the first to be rescued. Following him, two more quasi-magicians with Levitation spells were also pulled away by the magic light.

Although a battle between Saint Tower magicians and the black magicians of Muzobra City might have already erupted on the other side of the spatial passage, the fact that Vice Dean Jone still had the energy to rescue the apprentices here suggested that the black magicians of Muzobra City had not yet been defeated?

The rescue of the three quasi-magicians greatly stimulated the black magic apprentices who were still in danger.

Those who were faster and had enough elemental spheres were not the issue.

The truly desperate and cornered were the intermediate apprentices who were severely injured and far from the spatial passage, or those who had no elemental spheres at all!

For example, during his advance, Sain saw a quasi-magician whose lower body was consumed by flames, already in a state of hysteria, and began to attack people indiscriminately.

Living and growing up in the dark environment of the Muzobra City Black Magic Academy, almost none of the apprentices were normal.

An apprentice like Sain, who still had a moral底线, was a rare exception.

Knowing that survival was hopeless, this quasi-magician began to attack the other apprentices, perhaps to take as many as possible with him in death.

This twisted and insane mentality perfectly illustrated the mindset of black magicians.

In fact, this quasi-magician already possessed the characteristics of a black magician.

If not for these unexpected events, with his apprentice level and mental strength, he might have become a true formal black magician in a few decades. Cruel and twisted.

Besides the quasi-magician who had already fallen into hysteria, even more shocking and eye-catching were the intermediate apprentices who had always been oppressed and exploited within the camp.

There were about fifty of these intermediate apprentices, and none of them had elemental spheres.

In the face of danger, these intermediate apprentices also bared their fangs at the high-level apprentices and even the quasi-magicians who had always oppressed them.

"Die! Give me your elemental sphere!" A fire magic apprentice, arms spread, holding a large fireball in each hand, rushed towards the quasi-magician who was half-paralyzed.

The position of this intermediate apprentice was very strategic, possibly premeditated, as he appeared behind the quasi-magician.

Both fireballs successfully hit the quasi-magician.

However, the quasi-magician's magical abilities far exceeded those of a typical intermediate apprentice.

When the attack came, a wall of earth appeared, saving the quasi-magician from danger. He then launched a row of earth element spears, which pierced the intermediate apprentice like a sieve!

In terms of the speed and accuracy of casting spells, this quasi-magician, who was in a state of hysteria, was clearly a standout among his peers.

Lina's weak voice came from Sain's ear, "His name is Krobo. Among the quasi-magicians in the academy, his strength ranks in the top three."

"Even though his lower body was consumed by fire, he is not someone we can provoke. Stay away from him."

Lina's words caused Sain to slightly alter his path.

Unfortunately, Sain's desire to avoid trouble did not mean others would not seek him out.

Three intermediate apprentices then blocked Sain's path.

One of them, Sain recognized, was named Hobbi, a cunning and treacherous individual.

The black magic apprentices clearly understood the principle of picking on the weak. Among the high-level apprentices and quasi-magicians who had not yet escaped, Sain, carrying Lina, was undoubtedly the weakest.

"Hand over your elemental sphere!" Hobbi, with a burned arm and a face covered in blood, screamed.