The Land of the Earth

Two hours later, the intense competition finally ended.

Although the contestants were tired, they all looked satisfied. The audience was still immersed in the wonderful memories of the game and discussed it enthusiastically.

The dean slowly walked up to the podium, his resonant voice echoing throughout the venue: "That's all for now. Everyone has performed very well today. But don't forget, the road of cultivation is long. Go back and cultivate well."

However, before he could finish his words, the originally clear sky suddenly turned gloomy, and the entire earthen city seemed to be shrouded by a huge black hand, and the darkness spread rapidly like a tide.

A creepy aura filled every corner, and then the ground began to shake violently, and dark creatures broke out from the ground.

Their bodies were twisted, emitting an evil aura, their eyes flashed with strange red light, and they let out terrifying roars from their mouths.

At the same time, two men in black appeared outside the barrier of Tucheng like ghosts.

Their faces were stern, and their eyes were filled with endless darkness and coldness.

The two men looked at each other, raised their hands suddenly, and muttered something. In an instant, a suffocatingly powerful dark force gathered in their hands, like a roaring black beast, and rushed towards the barrier.

With a loud bang, the originally extremely solid barrier shattered like glass in an instant, with fragments flying everywhere.

"We are the Dark King's men, and today is your doom!" One of the men in black shouted loudly, his voice like a verdict from hell.

Then, they commanded the dark creatures and demons, roaring loudly: "Destroy them all! Leave no one alive!"

In a moment, the guards in the city quickly gathered, but these dark creatures and demons were too numerous and too powerful.

In just a moment, the guards were overwhelmed by the enemies who surged in like a tide. The streets were stained with blood and screams echoed in the city.

The dean was extremely anxious when he saw this. He shouted, "All students, go to the backyard of the academy. There is a barrier there to protect you! Everyone, run away!"

The students were terrified and ran towards the backyard of the college.

The dean and teachers stepped forward without hesitation. They were fully aware of the responsibilities they shouldered. In order to cover the safe evacuation of the students, they turned around and attacked the dark creatures and demons that were pouring in like a flood.

The teachers cast their strongest spells, colorful lights flickered in the darkness, colliding violently with the dark forces.

Some teachers summoned huge waterspouts, trying to suck the enemies in; some teachers released raging fires, burning the dark creatures; and some teachers waved their staffs, emitting sharp blades of light.

However, the power of the dark creatures and demons seemed endless. They kept surging and gradually surrounded the teachers.

In the fierce battle, five giant sky-devouring wolves appeared. Their huge bodies were like a moving mountain in the darkness. When they opened their bloody mouths, they would bite the teacher to pieces.

Although the teachers fought hard, they still fell one after another in the face of this powerful enemy.

After a while, all the teachers were killed by the giant sky-devouring wolf, leaving only the dean to face the endless darkness alone.

The dean's eyes were filled with grief and anger, but his expression remained firm. He gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, ready to fight the enemy to the death.

The dean was facing the surging darkness alone, with an unyielding fire burning in his eyes. Suddenly, he saw Song Chaoming, Jingyun, Chaoyun, Tianyuan, and Feng Qi flying towards him.

Although there was fear in their eyes, there was more determination. It was obvious that they could not bear to leave the dean to fight alone.

Seeing this, the dean was extremely anxious. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Get back! You foolish kids, don't sacrifice yourself here in vain!"

His voice boomed like thunder in the darkness, carrying with it unquestionable majesty.

After saying that, the dean suddenly waved his sleeves, and a powerful force surged out like a surging wave, instantly enveloping the five people.

Before the five people could resist, they were pushed back into the barrier in the backyard of the academy by this force.

They fell heavily to the ground, their eyes full of unwillingness and worry.

After Song Chaoming and the others were forcibly sent back to the barrier by the dean, they watched anxiously as the dean faced the tide of dark creatures and demons alone.

The dean looked at the densely packed dark creatures and demons before him, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the gloomy sky, opened his lips slightly, and began to recite the ancient and forbidden spell.

Every syllable uttered by the dean seemed to carry a tremendous force, stirring up visible ripples in the air.

His voice was low and hoarse at first, like the first muffled sound of an ancient bell being struck, "Seal...of...the...God...of...Wind..."

When they saw the dean start to chant the forbidden spell and cast the Seal of the Wind God, their eyes were filled with fear and reluctance.

Every word is filled with the dean's deep affection for this land and students, as well as his determination to die together with the enemy.

As the spell was chanted, the air around the dean began to fluctuate violently, and a soft blue light gradually appeared around his body. The light was like the light of hope bred in the deep sea before dawn, subtle but tenacious.

Light seeped out from the dean's body like silk threads, gradually wrapping around his limbs and bones, and then became more and more intense, like a dazzling galaxy descending to the world.

The wind howled around him, a gentle breeze at first, gently ruffling the Dean's white hair and robes, as if playing a prelude to the coming storm.

But soon, the breeze turned into a howling gale, like a wild horse running wild on the battlefield.

The dean's white hair fluttered violently in the wind, like silver reeds hit by a blizzard in winter, and every strand of hair showed an unyielding will.

His robe rustled like a flag fluttering alone on the battlefield, lonely but majestic.

The dean's expression became increasingly solemn, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks, but were instantly blown away by the strong wind.

His lips trembled rapidly, and spells poured out of his mouth like a rapid-fire cannon. Each syllable was intertwined with the howling of the wind, forming a tragic war song.

There was a flame of anger burning in his eyes, and that flame seemed to devour the endless darkness before him.

"I'll fight you!" the dean roared, his voice still clearly audible in the strong wind. It was his declaration of war against darkness.

As he uttered the last syllable, he unleashed the forbidden technique that would kill both him and his companion - the Seal of the Wind God.

In an instant, with the dean as the center, a devastating force erupted, as if the whole world was shaken by this force.

The strong wind turned into countless sharp blades, sweeping towards the dark creatures and demons like surging waves.

Those dark creatures and demons had no power to resist this force. They were torn into pieces in an instant and disappeared in the strong wind.

The entire battlefield was illuminated by this powerful force, and wherever the light reached, the darkness was completely dispelled.

In the blink of an eye, all the dark creatures and demons disappeared, leaving only the Dark King's two subordinates.

They looked horrified; they had not expected the dean to use such a powerful forbidden technique.

After performing the forbidden technique, the dean's body gradually became transparent. He took one last look in the direction of the academy, his eyes full of attachment and relief, and then completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Seeing this, the two subordinates of the Dark King knew that the mission had failed. They snorted coldly and turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Song Chaoming stared blankly in the direction where the dean disappeared, his eyes empty and confused, as if his soul had been pulled out.

His lips trembled slightly, and he tried to call out to the dean, but no sound came out. His clenched fists were white from excessive force, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood slowly dripped from his fingertips, but he was completely unaware.

Jingyun was already in tears. She slumped on the ground, her hands hanging limply at her sides, tears rolling down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

Her body trembled violently due to excessive grief, and every twitch seemed to be in great pain. She looked at the place where the dean disappeared, her eyes full of despair and helplessness, as if she had lost the most precious treasure.

Tianyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and anger and sadness intertwined and burned in his eyes.

He punched the wall beside him hard, the bricks and stones shattered, and his fist was covered in blood, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

His chest heaved violently and he gasped for breath like an angry beast.

"Dean, I will definitely avenge you!" He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from between his teeth, each word filled with hatred and determination.

Feng Qi stood there, his body as stiff as a stone statue.

There was no expression on his face, but the deep sorrow in his eyes revealed the pain in his heart.

He just stood there quietly, as if time had stopped for him.

However, his slightly trembling lips and clenched fists revealed the turbulent emotions in his heart.

Chaoyun curled up in the corner like a wounded little animal, whimpering softly.

He buried his face between his knees and his body trembled violently.

He hated his own weakness. If he could be stronger, perhaps the dean wouldn't have to sacrifice himself.