Sigrid's instincts were still razor-sharp. Sensing something strange spreading through the air, she immediately grabbed Lanchi's arm and dragged him aside, barely dodging a fierce slash of Sealing Magic.
The spell was like a dark-gray wall. It rapidly rose from the ground, cleaving the earth apart and exposing the deep soil beneath the snow.
At the instant the two were about to land, time seemed to stretch again. Purple halos suddenly appeared along the edges of space.
Unlike before, the caster had already predicted their movements.
The sealed area formed a huge transparent cage. Invisible mana trapped Lanchi and Sigrid inside, transforming into layers of chains wrapped around their legs and making it difficult for them to move.
On the snowy ground in the distance, a dark-gray figure had appeared at some point. His palm was raised, his fingers slightly curled, as if he could control the entire snowy expanse at any moment.
He gazed at Lanchi and Sigrid, who had been sealed in place, and a hint of mercy appeared at the corners of his mouth, as though he were admiring two mice he had caught.
Sid stared coldly in that direction. The sudden battle had put her on full alert.
"It is my honor to cross hands with the Cardinal Bishop of Ba Tian Sect."
The other party's voice echoed across the snowfield, tolling like a death knell.
"Unfortunately, I never expected you to become so wretched that you would have to rely on such a weak Ba Tian Holy Son."
"Anielo..."
Sid's voice carried a trace of long-suppressed hatred.
The Nirvana Holy Son had found them long ago.
But he had delayed his appearance, constantly using the high priests to wear down and probe the trump cards of Lanchi and Sid.
He did not want the other