Caught off guard, Qing Ya's neck was slit open with a half-foot long gash that was deep enough to reveal bone, gushing blood like a fountain.
Qing Ya clutched his wound, blood flowing through his fingers, as he staggered and stepped back several paces.
A layer of ice swiftly formed over his injury, the bone-chilling Ice Magic Power seeping into his body.
If it weren't for his Demon Beast Body being tough and resilient, that last strike would have decapitated him.
Yet what Qing Ya dreaded was not the strike itself.
What shocked him was the magic that rendered him immobile at the last moment.
That magic was evidently beyond any Qing Ya had known before.
Could it be, he had underestimated this group of people, among whom there was an even more formidable Mage hidden?
Qing Ya searched the crowd for that Mage who had attacked from the shadows.
His suspicious gaze swept over several trainees one by one.
