Chapter267-The Fall of Lioncrest

"Raargh!"

A monstrous snarl echoed from the thick smoke Alan had just stepped out of.

This time, before Francis could even raise his weapon, Alan had already unleashed a blinding arc of light sword magic. The strike sliced cleanly through the smoke—and through the white-robed undead hidden within it, cutting both in half in one fluid motion.

Seeing this, the remaining students of Lioncrest Academy inside the grand hall were utterly shattered in spirit.

Their once-proud vice headmaster, along with the elite white-robed guards—tier-diamond mages, no less—had all perished at the hands of Alan and his companions.

And it hadn't even been a drawn-out battle. No, these were swift, one-sided executions. They never even had a chance to resist.

The disparity in power was so vast it left them breathless with despair. Victory was not just out of reach—it was inconceivable.