Traces

A group of level-eight and level-nine casters surrounded the teleportation array, their expressions dark and grim.

"What do we do? Who knows how to repair a teleportation array?" someone asked.

"I do, but damage of this extent will take at least three days to repair, along with a large amount of expensive materials," a mage answered.

"They destroyed the teleportation array. Clearly, they want to trap us here until we die."

"None of those present are ordinary people. As long as we don't panic and stay together, even a high-level mage would be no match for us alone." One of the three highest-ranking level-nine mages spoke in a deep voice.

"I don't believe the attacker wouldn't know that. He might already be hiding among us, waiting for a chance to divide us," another person quickly said.

"Detection spells? Who knows any?"

"I do!"

"So do I!"

"I'm a nature druid. I can detect alignments!"

The crowd immediately began speaking up.

At critical moments like this, one could see everyone's overall caliber.

Standing among the crowd, Lin Sheng nodded slightly at the sight.

At a time like this, those with the greatest ability and strength could take responsibility, organize matters, and assign tasks. It fully displayed the mages' rational and composed nature.

These arrangements might not necessarily be ideal, but at least they were effective. They would not waste time.

He helped Fan Bo lean against the wall.

"Wake up." He reached out and tapped the center of his brow.

Threads of cool ice element seeped into his flesh and nerves.

"Ugh!"

Fan Bo shuddered and slowly opened his eyes.

"Where am I?"

"At the teleportation array," Lin Sheng replied calmly.

"Huh? Then let's get out of here! Er... can it still be used?" Fan Bo was no fool. The moment