According to the rules, the sigils of the slain trainer will be inherited by the victor in their entirety, and no one else will see anything out of the ordinary.

In other words, in the eyes of others, Yang Hao's sigil is like the sun, and he has killed dozens of people with his own hands, which is generally only possible for senior apprentices.

Yang Hao, who succeeded in the sneak attack, immediately retreated.

In the next moment, a ray of negative energy concentrated on Yang Hao's original position, and immediately corroded the vicinity.

After the rest of the wizard apprentices survived the initial shock, their eyes immediately glowed with greed.

A relic of a half-elf, a dying black goat cub, and an isolated, mana-consuming high-level necromantic apprentice.

The value of the three firmly attracted the attention of the survivors, and when Yang Hao followed the black goat cub and rushed towards the senior necromantic apprentice, the more than fifty surviving wizard apprentices also roared and attacked.

The necromancer apprentice was furious, and took out an inky black crystal ball from his arms, on which the resentment boiled, and the air of death was permeated, and it was definitely a great thing.

Yang Hao: "..."Mom, you have to zoom in!" Slip first, slip first.

He suddenly jumped into a crack in the ground to the side, but he did not attract any attention due to the sudden movement and the cover of the black goat cubs.

With the flash of black light on the crystal ball, the hemispherical dark canopy descended rapidly, and the ghoul's touch judgment, which had been weakened a lot, suddenly strengthened, and some wizard apprentices who were not physically good were paralyzed on the way to charge and fell into a rolling gourd.

But this is only a side effect, when the dark canopy descends fifty meters above the ground, it reaches a tipping point.

The entire canopy of heaven shattered, and hundreds of phantoms reappeared in the world and were absorbed into the crystal ball!

"Come out, my servant!"

The necromancer's apprentice cast his spell too quickly, and as soon as the words fell, an extremely twisted creature was summoned.

The strong smell of rotting corpses combined with the smell of sulfur is extremely intoxicating.

The behemoth looked like a horrible mass of flesh with at least 50 heads, supposed to be a giant species, but was often considered a soft-bodied creature because it was too bloated.

On top of that, it has arms at least twice the number of heads, and each holds a strange blade.

Transform Lives - Hundred-Armed Trolls!

The hundred-armed troll is the creation of a necromancer apprentice, using a huge soul power to awaken it, and it already has the level of an intermediate apprentice in terms of breath, but because of its many arms, it can rival several intermediate apprentices.

Its prototype should be the ancient demon species in the abyss, the Hundred-armed Demon.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there were gods on the continent, and the Hundred-armed Demon was created by these gods.

I don't know why, but it's definitely a mistake!

Perhaps the most devastating of the Ancients in existence, the enraged Hundred-armed were the first to raise their swords when the Ancients, jealous of the gods' power, decided to rebel against their masters—to demand the gods' contempt for them.

However, due to a betrayal, the ancient demon suffered a tragic defeat, and the hundred-armed demon soon became a captive of the gods.

To the surprise of the gods, the power of the Hundred-Armed Titans was too strong for the bottomless abyss that could imprison the Tyrants of Violent Death.

There was no way, the gods had to send the Hundred-Armed Demons to the farthest corners of the multiverse they could find, hoping that this would trap the monsters.

After eons of eons on the edge of the vast universe of nothingness, most of the Hundred-armed Demons were already insane, and their memories were gone. As more and more descendants of these crazy ancient demons reproduced, some of the hundred-armed demons finally found a way to break through the barriers between the planes, and began to spread freely across the multiverse.

At the beginning of the era, the gods created only 3 Hundred-armed Demons in the hope that they would be used as guardians to seal the bottomless abyss.

Today, these Ancestral Demons are still lost in the infinite universe - the Hundred-Armed Demons that have appeared in the world are nothing more than their degraded descendants.

Of course, even the "degenerate" Hundred-Armed Demon still possesses terrifying powers. Because these Titans have no idea why their forgotten ancestors were exiled, they can only aimlessly search for answers in the worlds they set foot on, often until the entire world is destroyed.

The Centours are true machines of destruction, and they exist for nothing but to destroy everything in front of them and to recall their great battles with the gods eons ago, and the fragments of ancestral memories haunt the minds of every Centoull.

Some Centavows return to the multiverse to meet after destroying a world, but to date, there is no record of these monsters having social connections.

Fortunately, it is not common for two Hundred-armed Demons to appear in the same world at the same time, and even the most knowledgeable sage cannot assess how much damage it will cause if two Hundred-armed Demons appear together. Hundred-armed demons are lonely creatures that travel and destroy from plane to plane, most of them having no memory of their purpose eons ago.

Although, like its ancient demon brothers, the Hundred-Armed Demon also has a wise mind. But these devastating creatures seem to have no interest in what's around them, and certainly don't want to communicate with them, except for unconscious destruction.

Hundred-armed demons are born to destroy, and they usually have no other form of communication than smashing, splitting, and puncturing things. The only way to get the Hundred-Armed Titans to pause their endless destruction is to invoke their true names—secrets that few living people in this world know. Even then, the names could only be whispered, for their power was as immeasurable as that of their owners.

Summoning a hundred-armed demon is extremely dangerous!

Only a complete madman and an incorrigible wicked would dare to commit such a blasphemy. The power of the Hundred-Armed Demon is difficult for even wizards to control, and even if they are re-banished to the Otherworld, the Hundred-armed Demon can suddenly descend to the plane they know when the time is right, and enjoy a feast of destruction.

The Hundred-armed Demon will never be raided - it has at least 50 heads and a hundred arms.

Centoux can easily throw huge rocks - those who are lucky enough to survive often describe how easily a Centoull can throw a mountain and send it down from the sky.

In addition to its godly powers, the Hundred-Armed Demon also possesses the power to manipulate fire and thunder, often using this ability to wreak havoc like a burning storm when they fall into a world.

Like all Ancient Demons, Hundred-Armed Demons are immortal, and they can only die if they are violently killed!

"Goo-dong, some hit." Yang Hao secretly observed and muttered.