Uther shouted, "This is the power of the Holy Light. It can ward off attacks from illusions."
The range of the firelight was absolutely considerable for these people.
Meanwhile, the ever-increasing mist spirits and white bats continued to fly and leap about beyond the flames. They appeared to possess a certain degree of intelligence, knowing they absolutely could not enter the firelight. Yet they continued gathering in greater and greater numbers outside it, and in the blink of an eye, they had completely surrounded everyone within the firelight once more.
Uther said, "Don't worry, everyone. The range of the Holy Light flames can move along with me. Just keep up with me at all times. And you, Rifan! Can you stop crying already?"
Hearing Uther say that, Li looked over at Rifan, who was currently bawling his eyes out. The man had been crying nonstop since earlier. It seemed that the very moment the incident began, his wife had been killed by something.
When Li looked again at Rifan's subordinates, sure enough, one man and one woman were missing.
But this fellow did not have much of a relationship with Li, so Li had no reason to care about him. He merely said, "Senior Uther, I'll lead the way."
Uther was taken aback when he heard this. "Do you have a way to find the place?"
Li nodded lightly. "You may have heard of my teacher. Her name is Velita." Li had no intention of telling the others that he was Ankhseram's student. Setting aside anything else, even if he said it, these people probably would not know who Ankhseram was.
But mentioning Velita was different. Among ordinary folk, Velita's reputation was certainly greater than Ankhseram's, surpassed only by the very highest ranks of nobility.
Sure enough, upon hearing Li's