A group of black crows flapped their wings, resembling a thick cloud of smoke, carrying three people off into the distance.
The black mist merged into the clouds, and by the time it reappeared, it had completely fused with the void.
Even an Official Wizard would have trouble noticing it.
Badden held the materials gathered from the high tower and flipped through the pages, a scornful sneer involuntarily appearing on his face.
"The culprit's Cultivation is only at the First Ring Middle Stage?"
"How has Gold survived all these years if a man from the Green family could die at the hands of such a person?"
As Official Wizards, there are still differences in strength.
Being a member of the Green family, with top-notch inheritance and high-grade Seal Witch Artifacts, it was normal to battle beyond one's level.
To die at the hands of an equal…
It was truly a disgrace!
"Do not underestimate this person," Vulcan said, shaking his head lightly.
