Light Transformation Escape and Preparations

Benjamin's body almost became a twisted streak of light as he shot wildly toward the depths of the wilderness, away from the Coalition camp and the main battlefield.

Behind him, after a brief moment of shock, that group of wizards immediately sent out piercing alarm signals.

More wizards converged from all directions, howling after him like a school of sharks that had scented blood.

After discovering that offensive wizardry was ineffective, detection locks, long-range interceptions, and binding and restriction spells rained down like raindrops.

Benjamin had no choice but to change direction frequently, rising and plunging sharply as he weaved through the dense net of firepower. Every turn was perilous in the extreme.

"Damn it... what a disaster out of nowhere..."

He cursed through gritted teeth, but his gaze remained unusually calm.

He could not flee in a straight line; they would predict his route.

He could not flee toward the Noren Workshop defensive line either. It was too far, and he would be intercepted before he got there.

He could only stage a desperate chase across this unfamiliar wilderness against the growing number of pursuers behind him.

Instinctively, he swept his Spiritual Power over the Magic Network Terminal inside his Space Expansion Bag. The signals representing friendly units on it were so faint they had nearly vanished.

That meant that, at this moment, he was truly alone.

"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky, unlucky..."

Benjamin's figure carved a twisting trail through the sky above the gray-white wilderness.

Void-Step had been pushed to its limit, making him seem like a phantom merged with the wind. Yet the torrent of pursuit behind him, composed of dozens of multicolored streaks of light, clung to him like gangrene on the bone and refused to let go.

"Since you want to chase me, I'll deal with you