Half a year later.
At the Luo Fu Academy graduation exam venue.
This was an incomparably vast blood-colored land.
Many oddly shaped plants created a climate and environment akin to a tropical rainforest.
"Yuan Tu Sword, come forth!" Zhang Yexin chanted the sword art with his hands, and a blood-colored Flying Sword turned into a rainbow, chopping several mosquito-like creatures, as large as human heads, into two parts.
The corpses of these creatures fell to the ground, their wounds still corroding continuously.
"Aye, that was a cool move!" Yuan Shiyan shouted loudly, glancing at the ground where vines, resembling pythons, were writhing towards them. With a flick of his hand, he scattered a handful of powder while muttering under his breath.
Whoosh! A layer of dark green flame appeared, burning with intense heat, turning the vines on the ground to ash.
Witchcraft—Flame of Burning!
