Elemental Light Mage

Further words would only waste his already limited energy, so Xi Yeming was too lazy to engage in any more pointless confrontations with this group.

He slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes, trying to use this moment of peace to soothe his turbulent emotions and the soreness in his body—it was already a blessing to have woken up from the previous desperate situation. The most important thing now was to race against time to recover his strength and rush to support Kazon and the others.

However, this brief period of calm did not last long, as a sudden commotion shattered it.

"Tallinn, what are you doing?"

Amidst gasps of surprise, Xi Yeming lifted his eyelashes in confusion. Before him, Talin had ruthlessly shoved aside the two students who had just been hurling threats at him; the two stumbled and fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled. Ignoring the gasps around her, she walked straight to him and crouched down slightly.

"What do you want?" Xi Yeming's voice carried a hint of wariness. To be honest, he couldn't help but be a little worried—after all, in his past experience, petty girls were not uncommon, and Talin might take advantage of his current weakened state to retaliate for past grievances.

"Oh, isn't this our great hero?" Tarin tapped his chin with his fingertip, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery as he stared at Tarin's pale face with great interest.

Xi Yeming smirked, his tone laced with impatient sarcasm: "If you want to mock me, you'd better get in line first."

"That's a real shame. Looks like I don't need to wait in line." Tarin's tone remained light, but Xi Yeming inexplicably caught a strange glimpse of something unusual in her eyes. He perked up slightly, vaguely realizing that she didn't seem to be there to provoke him, but rather had something else to say.

Sure enough, the next second Tallinn put away all his jest, his face changed to a serious expression that few people had ever seen, and his voice also lowered a few decibels: "You see, most of us want to get out of here alive, but right now the hope is too slim."

Her words hit the nail on the head, instantly stirring Xi Yeming's thoughts. He remained silent for a moment, then firmly offered the only answer: "If you want to live, you have no choice but to fight against Sean. There is no other way."

“Of course I know I should resist him,” Tarin’s voice held a hint of resentment, “but how can we ‘kids’ possibly contend with his current strength? Besides, his lion transformation magic was specifically designed to be copied from me.”

Even though she usually puts on an idle and carefree appearance, the pride and self-awareness of her lion clan have never disappeared.

Xi Yeming sensed the hesitation and hidden intention in her words. Despite his exhaustion, he added a touch of sarcasm to his tone: "So you want to live but don't want to face Sean head-on? How come you get all the good things?"

He racked his brains for a long time but couldn't find a way to break the deadlock. Tallinn's evasive attitude made him lose patience.

Tallinn shook his head slightly, tilting his head back, and said firmly, "Completely wrong."

Xi Yeming was taken aback, his eyes filled with confusion: "?"

"We have a third way."

Before she finished speaking, Talin reached out and gently placed her hand on Xi Yeming's shoulder. Immediately afterward, strands of clear and gentle pure magic flowed slowly into her palm, precisely entering Xi Yeming's long-neglected and slightly dimmed magic seal.

Before Xi Yeming could react, several more students approached and surrounded him, transferring the pure magic power they had generated within their bodies to him. A warm current flowed continuously into his limbs and bones, and his previously depleted power seemed to be gradually reviving.

"You guys are really a bunch of complete opportunists."

Xi Yeming instantly understood their intentions—Sean happened to be away at the moment, and this group led by Tarlin wanted to secretly place a bet on him, thus doing him a favor without openly offending Sean. This roundabout way of helping was quite a clever plan.

Tallinn immediately resumed his smug smile, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Don't act all innocent now that you've gotten the benefit. How does it feel?"

Xi Yeming raised his hand and grasped at the air. He could clearly feel that the power in his body had indeed recovered a lot. But when he thought of Sean's unfathomable strength, he couldn't help but frown: "Compared to him, I'm still a small fry compared to a big fish."

The "little witch" here naturally refers to himself.

"That's all we can do for you. We can't give you any more magic." Tarin smiled, his eyes crinkling, but his tone was somewhat relieved. "If we can't even grasp this little bit of hope and end up dying here, there's nothing to complain about."

Xi Yeming suddenly remembered something, his eyes narrowed, and he quickly asked, "What about Torena and Scott? Can you heal them?"

If it really comes down to a head-on confrontation with Sean, among the students present, apart from these two stronger individuals, the others would probably find it difficult to mount an effective counterattack.

Among the crowd, a student who knew a little about healing magic looked troubled and said with a hint of resentment, "Please, we can't even heal your injuries, how dare we say we can lift them up?"

Xi Yeming subconsciously touched the wound on his chest. Although the bleeding had stopped long ago, the pain under his skin was still clear, and the wound had only barely scabbed over, showing no signs of healing at all.

They couldn't even help with his minor injuries, let alone the seriously injured and unconscious Torena and Scott.

"Damn it..."

Xi Yeming cursed under his breath, his brows furrowed with regret, "I should have brought Leola to this exam back then."

If Leo were here, with his fighting skills, the current predicament might be resolved.

Let me think about it some more.

Although this pure magic power couldn't help Xi Yeming resist Sean's power, it was enough for him to consider a better strategy.

It only has a comforting effect at best.

Tallinn chuckled maliciously, "Well, don't worry for now. Whether you're plotting or waiting to die, we'll all be with you in the end."

Xi Yeming rolled his eyes. "Don't say things that only add to my pressure."

He leaned against the rock wall, his mind not filled with methods or strategies, but with scenes from his past life.

Perhaps this is what a revolving lantern looks like—Xi Yeming thought to himself.

'I've only been a student of the Ten Holy Wills for a short time, I can't possibly die here, can I?'

A mixture of resentment and helplessness trapped the boy's confused thoughts.

Finally, he simply lay down on the ground and stared at the ceiling of the cave, gazing at the magic runes for a long time without being able to come back to his senses.