Soaring above the lush green forest were three Spell Caster in long white robes, flying slowly toward one of the distant peaks. One of them was a purple-haired female Wizard, and upon seeing the peak that towered into the clouds, she laughed. "Wizard Seashell, in front of us now is Sky-Piercing Peak. There's a Spell Caster clan called the Mill clan in Sky-Piercing Peak. They have a long history as well as a powerful heritage. The clan has three Seventh-level Spell Casters whose abilities aren't too bad!"

"Not too bad?"

Next to her, a strange and rough-looking man with a few large golden earrings in his ear sneered. "No matter how powerful the Mill clan is, could they be more powerful than the Sina clan that we've just slaughtered ten days ago?"

This Sina clan was not a simple clan as they had produced an Eighth-level Spell Caster!

An Eighth-level Spell Caster may seem insignificant to spell casters' organizations but for a Spell Caster clan to produce an Eighth-level Spell Caster was an earth-shattering event.

Many powerful Spell Caster clans had never produced any Eighth-level Spell Casters. Since the emergence of the Eighth-level Wizard, the Sina clan quickly became one of the top Spell Caster clans in the southern Spell Caster world.

Even so, this powerful Spell Caster clan which produced an Eighth-level Spell Caster was reduced to ashes by the hands of these three Spell Casters. The entire clan was wiped out overnight.

Particularly, it was the leader among the three – Wizard Seashell – who had personally delivered the killing blow on the Eighth-level Wizard from the Sina clan. Right now, these three had flown all the way to Sky-Piercing Peak, and their target was the Mill clan at the foot of Sky-Piercing Peak.

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In the great conference hall of the Mill clan, there were several Spell Casters. Most of them were Sixth-level Wizards with strong elemental fluctuations all over their bodies.

Despite a large number of powerful Spell Casters gathered together, there was no movement. The atmosphere felt unusually dull, and many Spell Casters held a somber expression like a great calamity had befallen.

"Clap".

Suddenly, an aged Wizard at the front of the great hall clapped his hand and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, the Mill clan is now facing the most precarious situation we've ever met. A few days ago, three Wizards from Ozmu, led by an Eighth-level Wizard named Seashell, began to select some Spell Caster clans to be slaughtered, and even the powerful Sina clan was completely eradicated. We've received news that these three, including Seashell, are heading toward Sky-Piercing Peak. There's a possibility that the Mill clan will be their next target."

This news was obviously already known to the Spell Casters sitting in the great hall but they were helpless against it. Everyone felt a great danger descending upon them.

The Sina clan was a powerful Spell Caster clan that had produced an Eighth-level Spell Caster. It considered one of the top Spell Caster clans in the southern Spell Caster world.

However, even such a powerful clan had been easily wiped out. The Mill clan might be powerful but they would not be able to resist Wizard Seashell and the others.

All the Spell Casters in Ozmu were prodigies in their own right, so anyone below or at the same level as they were rarely a worthy opponent. In this case, the Eighth-level Wizard Seashell was equivalent to a few extraordinary Eight-level Spell Casters combined.

"Clan leader, where are the three elders? Though this place is the foundation of the Mill clan, with the current situation, we better not dig our heels and instead move away as a clan! Worse comes to worst, we'll just leave the southern Spell Caster world altogether."

"That's right, the southern Spell Caster world is completely mired in chaos right now. The Three Major Spell Caster organizations wanted to defeat Ozmu, and if they had succeeded, it would've been fine but they lost the battle and even a Great Wizard. Hmph, now all of them have retreated like a bunch of cowards to their respective organizations. They may have various trump cards that are enough to fend-off Ozmu's attacks, but ironically, it is us, the small Spell Caster clans and small spell casters' organizations that are being thrown under the bus instead. Ozmu's revenge would be undoubtedly terrifying. How would we be able to resist them?"

"Ozmu is made up of a bunch of lunatics. They were unable to defeat the Three Major Spell Caster organizations, so they swore a blood purification of the entire southern Spell Caster world to eradicate the roots of the Three Major Spell Caster organizations! Facing this bunch of lunatics, there's nothing the Mill clan can do. Let's move away as soon as possible."

"Move, move, the Mill clan cannot lose its heritage. No matter the price, we need to move away from here."

The atmosphere in the great hall livened up in an instant. Most of the Spell Casters agreed to leave together as a clan.

It was a very difficult decision to make. The Mill clan had established themselves in Sky-Piercing Peak for a very long time, at least a few hundred years, and was deeply rooted in this place. Once they left this place, it would be akin to losing their roots. It was also uncertain whether the Mill clan would be able to achieve such a glorious status again in the future.

Nevertheless, facing the life and death of the clan, moving the clan away seemed to be the only option.

The Mill clan leader raised his head and swept a glance throughout the great hall. He nodded. "The three Seventh-level Spell Casters also toyed with the idea of moving, but due to the gravity of the implications, they were unable to make a decision. Earlier, one of the clan members reported that a few suspicious Spell Casters were trying to enter Sky-Piercing Peak, so the three Seventh-level Wizards went ahead to assess the situation. Let's wait a while for the three Seventh-level Wizards to come back before deciding!"

Upon the clan leader's mention of the three Seventh-level Spell Casters, many Wizards in the great hall felt their hearts raced slightly. The news about the three Seventh-level Spell Casters checking up on the suspicious intruders to Sky-Piercing Peak, however, were not considered sensational in their opinion.

After all, the secret in Sky-Piercing Peak was well-known by all the Wizards here. It was the biggest secret among the Mill clan as well as the reason they had decided to guard the surroundings of Sky-Piercing Peak in the first place.

"Who are these mysterious Spell Casters? Did Ozmu arrive already?"

Some Wizards began to worry because until now, the three Seventh-level Wizards had not returned.

"That's impossible. Ozmu only dispatched three Wizards, and the daring intruders trying to enter Sky-Piercing Peak was a group of four. Let's wait a little longer, the three Wizards should be done soon."

Regarding the abilities of the three Seventh-level Wizards, the Spell Casters in the Mill clan were extremely confident. The fact that all three of them had departed together was a formidable force that would be able to solve most troubles.

This time, however, they were about to be disappointed. Just as the clan leader finished speaking, a cold voice reverberated from outside the great hall.

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Those three old farts will never come back again…"

"Who's that?"

Most of the Spell Casters in the great hall were taken by surprise and stood up in a flurry. Countless Mind Powers began to check their surroundings but it was not necessary as soon enough, four figures flew into the great hall.

Leading the way was a young Spell Caster cloaked in a long black Wizard robe. The aura fluctuation on his body was not very strong but the elemental fluctuations emitted by the two Spell Casters beside him was extremely terrifying as they belonged to Seventh-level Spell Casters.

"Seventh-level Wizards?"

"Who are you?"

"Are these the people from Ozmu?"

The Spell Casters in the Mill clan immediately began to clamor, their gazes locked on the four Wizards who had appeared out of nowhere. They were stunned beyond belief. The news was too shocking. The three most powerful Wizards of the Mill clan, the only three Seventh-level Spell Casters, were dead!

For a moment, everyone suspected that Wizard Seashell from Ozmu had arrived.

"Clan leader, they are the ones who tried to enter Sky-Piercing Peak!"

A Fourth-level Spell Caster reported in a trembling voice.

"What actually happened to the three Wizards?"

The leader of the Mill clan, despite harboring a bad premonition, still could not believe it. How could three Seventh-level Wizards who went to deal with "a tiny little problem" died just like that?

"Swish."

A dark red figure dashed forward and slammed into the midway-speaking Mill clan leader. Then, in an instant, this dark figure turned into a stone giant. Regardless of however many spells were released by its opponents, the stone giant was completely unaffected. It simply shook them off.

This dark red figure was Puppet Number Three which was controlled by Merlin, and this group of Wizards was none other than Merlin accompanied by Ernie and the others.

"Bang!"

Puppet Number Three smashed the Mill clan leader's defensive spell with a single punch. Then, with a sweep, it grabbed and dragged him before Merlin.

"Clan leader!"

For a moment, numerous Spell Casters in the great hall began to react aggressively. They were ready to attack without regard but Wizards Ernie and Watson immediately wielded strong powerful spells in response. In an instant, the entire great hall plunged into an icy cold atmosphere, and two terrifying bursts of pressure filled the great hall.

The Wizards who were initially reckless and eager to attack gradually stopped their desperate actions.

Even if all the Spell Casters in the great hall had combined together, they would not be able to defeat both Ernie and Watson, two Seventh-level Spell Casters. Although the difference between the Sixth- and Seventh-level was only one level, the gap between their abilities was like heaven and earth. There were fundamental differences between the two.

Merlin, who was securely protected between both Ernie and Watson, turned his gaze toward the ashen-faced Mill clan leader.

"Earlier, you mentioned that the Three Major Spell Caster Organizations lost. What happened?"

Merlin asked in a calm voice.

"You're not from Ozmu?"

The Mill clan leader was stumped. The power demonstrated by these Wizards were formidable but they did not appear to be from Ozmu.

"Answer my question!"

Merlin stared at him unblinkingly and the tone of his voice turned icier. A tinge of murderous intent began to radiate off his body, which secretly frightened both Ernie and Watson. They realized that Merlin's murderous intent seemed to be getting stronger recently.

In fact, this situation was not only realized by Ernie and Watson but was also vaguely felt by Merlin himself. He noticed that he was becoming more and more "vicious", and that murderous intents bubbled up easily in his heart. These were all the unseen influence brought about by Darkness Eye, and for Merlin, it was not a good thing.

Right now, however, he had no way to solve the influence of Darkness Eye.