After the gray-braided woman appeared, two more figures clad in black robes silently appeared from the left and right on the platform.
The three positioned themselves in a semi-surrounding stance, faintly blocking Ronan and his companion.
Ronan squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the three before him one by one. Including the gray-braided woman, all three exuded the spiritual power fluctuations of a Level 6 Wizard.
"Two Early Level 6, and one Mid or Late Stage Level 6..."
Ronan turned to look at Molli'er beside him, and at that moment, Molli'er, in sync with his thoughts, immediately raised the magic wand in her hand.
The wand swiftly cut through the air in Molli'er's hand, tracing a beautiful golden arc, but the anticipated rift did not appear.
Molli'er repeated the action several more times, her expression gradually turning grim.
She glanced back at Ronan for help, "They've sealed off this space."
"There's no way they've sealed off everything."
