Ashumia took a deep breath, closed her eyes, crossed her fingers, and made a prayer gesture. Her palms were covered with sweat, and she kept trying to empty herself, according to the key point that Obsidian had told her before, she just had to relax, and then let the magic in her body resonate with the magic array!

She clenched her hands nervously. As the minutes ticked by, and I don't know how long it had been, Arshumia felt a blank in her mind, as if there was a stream of heat in her body that kept flowing and accumulating with her blood, causing an incredible throbbing. Then, the heat subsided violently, and the magic array under her feet also dimmed in an instant.

The sudden darkness brought Arshumia to her senses, she couldn't see anything in the darkness, and the crowd was terrified by the sound of Sosuo's discussion.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes......

The dozens of minutes of darkness suddenly amplified the sound of the discussion several times, and during this time, no one stepped forward to care about Achhumia, who stood in the darkness with a frightened face.

Ashumia stood dumbfounded, she felt chills all over her body, and obsidian said that after the magic resonated with the magic circle, the magic circle would glow, and the brighter the light, the higher the talent of that person. But now the magic array is actually black! There is no light at all, has she failed?

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry Witch!" Finally one of the evaluators spoke, and the darkness hid his figure, but he still trembled with fear.

It was the first time he had seen the scene of the magic array completely gray, and according to the light, this witch was probably ...... No talent. But even if he has no talent, the other party is also a witch who is highly valued by Galoti, and the status of the witch in Galoti is comparable to that of the principal, and her casual words can make him never turn over, so how dare he say "You have no talent, I advise you to drop out of school and go home"?

He wiped the sweat from his head and struggled to compose a euphemism, "I think you, you ......"

Achumia stared at him blankly, and without further words, she could already guess the result. She didn't want to cry at all, she didn't feel scared, she just felt stiff, the outside world became distant and indifferent to her, and she smiled self-deprecatingly.

The man at the mouth kept wiping his sweat, and his handkerchief was soaked with sweat, and he "you" for a long time, but he couldn't say a complete sentence, just when he was six gods and no owner, a small particle of light slowly lit up from the ground.

He slammed into his mouth and stared at the ground as if he were crying for help.

A few long seconds passed in the dim darkness, and everything in this hall was centered on a particle of light, forming a huge vortex that almost froze the air and stopped everyone's heartbeat.

Suddenly, the faint light suddenly trembled violently, and in a few moments, countless rays of light exploded from the ground, fainting into patches of dark gold.

From point to cluster, and then from cluster to cluster, the number of these points of light was almost growing in an explosive manner, and countless points of light merged together, lighting up the magic array again.

Golden light poured in from the thread of magic, first the stars, then the moon, and finally the sun shining from the inside out.