Never mind how the elven servants at the Royal Spire would explain to Hilda that all the guests had run off. By then, Hao Ren and the others had already flown far away, and the tall wall encircling the Royal District had appeared in sight. Vivian carried Hao Ren through the air, while Lily followed below on all fours, running wildly with her head tilted up. Izax was no slower, either. The three of them, flying and running together, were genuinely faster than the hovercars made by the elves. The explosions at the edge of the floating island had died down by now, but several massive beams of light still shot into the sky where the accident had occurred, giving Vivian a direction to follow. Wind howled past Hao Ren's ears, so he could only shout at the top of his lungs, "The wall is right ahead! Can you fly higher so we can get over it?"
"The wall won't be a problem, but I don't know whether we can get through that barrier," Vivian shouted back. "I've never encountered a ward of this level before."
Besides the tall wall surrounding the Royal District, there was also an additional shield overhead. A magical defensive barrier capable of covering an entire urban district was obviously no mere decoration. It was hard to say whether Vivian could deal with a city-level shield on her own. Hao Ren suddenly felt that he shouldn't have refused the two elven warriors' offer to arrange a vehicle just to save time—or at the very least, he should have waited a few minutes and let them notify the staff on the wall to open a gap in the shield. The translucent membrane was already right in front of them. Vivian began slowing down in advance and finally