A gentle breeze blew.
It whipped up a flurry of dust across the ground.
At this moment, the three of them looked at Ian not far away, feeling their breathing grow somewhat hurried.
An instant kill of a peak Second Ring wizard.
No matter what kind of method it was, the three of them only had a single thought in their minds at this moment, and that was to flee.
Yet thinking of Ian's terrifying speed from just a moment ago.
Could they really escape?
"Attack together, we still have a sliver of a chance."
One wizard said to the two people beside him.
The other two wizards nodded, seemingly accepting his idea.
The next second.
A molten fireball accompanied by spreading vines; two wizards attacked at the same time, yet the third person was missing.
"Sara, you?"
One wizard's eyes split open with rage, solely because the wizard who had proposed the plan just now had already left without the slightest hesitation.
Watching as he was about to get away.
Damn it!
Yet the next instant, the two pairs of pupils dilated instantly.
They could even see a slightly relaxed expression on that wizard's face, but the next instant, a fierce gale appeared in the posture of nearly a wind wall, instantly enfolding the wizard within it.
No wails, no struggle.
Only a storm stained crimson with blood, alongside Ian's calm gaze not far away.
By this point, how could they still not understand? How could a person possibly outrun the wind?
"Lord Ian, we are willing to pay all our resources, alongside an additional batch of resources, as the price for us to buy our way out of here. I promise at least three million."
"Me too."
The other wizard also spoke immediately.
Six million?
Ian grinned instantly.