The gate slowly closed, emitting a crisp sound, as the illusory chains created by the Spell wrapped around it, firmly locking the gate.
Once the footsteps of the cultist priest and guards faded into the distance, Mantou and his group began to discuss.
Singo scattered a handful of powder from his bag, and the room was instantly filled with white mist: "This powder interferes with divination-type Spells, blocking their Arrows and ensuring our actions remain unnoticed."
Mantou finally breathed a sigh of relief, reverting from dragon form to human form. He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his face pale: "It's finally over... using this ability for too long consumes Dragon Blood, almost caused me to have anemia."
"Can we just use Teleportation Spell to escape from here?"
Summer Night Autumn Rain shook his head solemnly: "The space here is very solid, covered by a layer of invisible Spell film, similar to Isdalia, making it impossible to use Teleportation Spell."
