"Put down the reagent in your hand, and we won't investigate your behavior any further." A short-haired girl walked out from behind. She had taken off the hood on her head, and her black robe was draped over her body like a cloak, revealing her slender figure.

"Jena?"

Seeing the familiar emerald eyes and face, Loran Hill called out the name in surprise.

"Who are you? I don't know you. Don't try to confuse us in such a low-level way." Jenna frowned. Obviously she didn't recognize Loran Hill in this appearance, but drew the long knife from her waist.

The blade bore the delicate pattern of accumulated snowflakes, while the thin blade evoked a chilling chill. This was a pearl-level, transcendental artifact. Although currently only Sequence 5, Jenna was the unspoken leader of the guards. Her pretty face glared at the sudden intruder, as if warning Roland Hill against any tricks.

"Snowflake Array, Alternating Trio!"

Before Loran Hill could explain himself, this old friend began to order the black-clad guards to take action. They attacked in groups of three, constantly changing their shapes, as if carving a hexagram on the ground. The constantly swinging swords made Loran overwhelmed, and soon wounds and bloodstains appeared on his arms and wrists.

In the dim underground venue, swords kept clashing, making crisp sounds and tiny sparks. Loran Hill's face was covered in dust, blood, and sweat, as he tried his best to resist the siege of four Sequence 6 and twelve Sequence 5 black-clad students.

The scene of fratricide finally broke out within Emenas.