I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 49 Vacuum Region
In stark contrast to Augusta's thunderous power was Horn.

This genius with level eight talent displayed breathtaking defensive and counter-attacking abilities. He was like an unshakable mountain, firmly guarding every inch of the land he had chosen.

"Hold on tight, they're coming!"

Wherever he went, his team would convert the surrounding earth elements into their own.

The thick rock shields could withstand the charge of heavy cavalry, and the towering stone pillars could break up the formations of the natives.

Horn himself was like a mobile fortress, with a huge rock fist in his hand, which he used to smash a group of knights who tried to get close into pieces, along with their armor.

The indigenous people once tried to lure him into an underground cave with a trap and then detonate the rock layers to bury him alive.

However, Horn merely stomped his foot, forcibly calming the surging earth element underground, stabilizing the cave structure with an earth element shield, and even using the tremors from the ground to stun the ambush of the natives.

Then, wielding his massive rock fist, he calmly countered with a tremor of the earth, crushing them all.

Augusta and Horn were like two sharp blades, cutting through the indigenous coalition's defenses again and again.

Their victories spread like wildfire among the apprentices, and every report of a "comeback from the brink of defeat" boosted the morale of the other apprentices.

Gradually, the communication device stopped displaying desperate cries for help and started sending the latest news of Augusta and Horn's breakthrough.

"Miss Augusta has broken through another indigenous blockade! She's too strong; she's not like an apprentice at all!"

"Young Master Horn and his troops have decisively defeated a native knightly order! Those knights couldn't even budge him!"

"With them around, these natives are nothing!"

Unbeknownst to them, the wizard apprentices' fear of the indigenous people quietly transformed into a strange kind of "excitement".

They no longer viewed the indigenous people as enemies who posed a threat to their lives, but rather as a huge "target" to test their strength and earn merit.

They began to enthusiastically compare Augusta and Horn's records, speculating which genius would ultimately emerge victorious in this "test."

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Limestone boundary.

Inside the secret camp of the indigenous coalition, the atmosphere inside that huge tent was oppressive yet tinged with a hint of shrewd excitement.

The animal hide map marked the movements of the wizard apprentices and the locations of traps set by the natives.

“Progress is going well.” A young knight commander spoke in a low voice, his finger tracing several areas marked “cleared” on the map. “Those outsiders are easier to catch than we thought. They are too confident in their strength and too dismissive of us.”

"The spatial containment barrier has begun to take effect, cutting off their escape route." Priest Oswaldo's voice carried an inhuman calm. "Once they are dragged into the battlefield we have set up, their sorcery becomes a consumable."

The other leaders nodded in agreement. Through the constantly transmitted intelligence, they had a precise grasp of the wizard apprentices' movements and energy depletion.

Those apprentices who survived the initial ambush were like lambs being driven into a pre-ordained slaughterhouse, step by step heading towards their doom.

The high-level magical artifacts that the wizard apprentices were so proud of were rapidly depleting their energy during the continuous battles, their potion reserves were dwindling, and their mental strength was struggling to sustain high-intensity combat for long periods.

They are like a group of bonfires with insufficient fuel, seemingly burning brightly, but in reality, they are slowly and inevitably heading towards extinction.

Especially those apprentices who have shone in recent battles—Augusta's Thunderstorm, Horn's Rock Fortress, and some other emerging "geniuses."

Their strength cost the indigenous coalition forces a greater price, but it also allowed them to obtain extremely accurate intelligence.

“The one who’s good at lightning attacks… Augusta.” A shaman uttered the name in a dry voice, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. “Her lightning can destroy our totem arrays, and she’s too fast for our warriors to catch.”

“That Horn who can manipulate the earth is also troublesome. His defense is too strong, and the physical attacks we prepared are not very effective. We need to use more advanced magic to break through his defenses,” another knight commander added.

"These guys all need to be taken into account..."

On the animal hide map, various points were marked with special symbols. In addition to Augusta and Horn, there were also some geniuses who had gradually made a name for themselves on the battlefield recently.

These symbols mark the areas where these geniuses operated and their fighting styles.

They didn't take the ordinary apprentices who were easily killed in front of them seriously. Only by killing these most dazzling geniuses could they truly hurt the "wizards" and that was the real "revenge"!
However, in this vast ocean of intelligence, there was one area where no specific information was available.

In the northwest corner of the map, an area that was originally marked as "multiple ambushes have been set up and high-level magical beasts are lurking there" has recently seen a strange interruption in intelligence feedback.

It was like a black hole, swallowing up all the prying eyes.

The unusual situation in this area naturally sparked a debate among the indigenous leaders.

"The scout team sent to that area... has lost contact."

"None of the assassination squads returned, even though I had instructed them to split into two groups, one overt and one covert, to conduct the investigation."

"Three vanguard detachments were dispatched in succession, including thirty elite knights and two mid-level shamans... all of them have lost contact! They have not sent any distress signals!"

Inside the council chamber, the atmosphere of complete control was broken, replaced by unease and restlessness.

“This was almost impossible. According to our plan, it was impossible for no intelligence to come back. Even if we encountered the strongest group of magical beasts, or were defeated by those two geniuses, at least someone would escape back to report the news!”

A young knight, responsible for intelligence gathering, frowned; the complete silence sent chills down his spine.

"Based on the current situation, the battle traces in that area... are very unusual. It's not a typical demon-slaying battle, nor is it the kind of magical destruction that wizard apprentices often see. The entire area has been turned into a complete scorched earth, as if it had been 'plowed' by endless flames. Even the remains of the demon beasts and our troops have been burned to ashes, making them unrecognizable."

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