At the location of the First Magic Ring, a young wizard with thick eyebrows and a stern demeanor looked unpleasant as he raised his hand and led the fellow wizards under his command to slowly retreat.
Viren and another Third Magic Ring wizard who were originally preparing for the showdown also hurried back with grim faces upon seeing this.
Just as the three parties were preparing to withdraw from the contest, a second spiritual field that far exceeded the category of a Level 1 Wizard descended closely behind.
"Huh—"
A figure in a Black Robe, like a meteor streaking across the sky, crashed into the scene. The terrifying aura he emitted was in no way inferior to that of the first arriving Second-level Wizard.
This was a strong man with a wild temperament, possessing extremely dense grey whiskers, and emerald green eyes that resembled those of a robust and fierce wolf.
Two Second-level Wizards?!
"Since when did Brain-eating Flowers become so popular among Second-level Wizards?!"
