"Heh, I've been waiting for you!" The Chimera landed, and the Black-Robed Man stood firmly on its back, looking down arrogantly from above.
The Old White-Robed Wizard beside him rested with his eyes closed. He had not even taken out his wand, seemingly disdaining to act.
The two men and their dragon intercepted the airborne team, but neither hurried to attack. Only the Black-Robed Man tapped his wand twice in midair.
Seconds later, nearly a hundred wizards streamed out of the surrounding woods and surrounded the airborne team.
Everyone surrounded hurriedly raised their weapons, on guard.
Nine Nether watched the many wizards emerge around them without showing much anxiety. Instead, he quietly took out his Telepathy device and spoke into it. "Target sighted. Execute the third plan!"
"Roger!"
A muffled voice came through the Telepathy device. The signaler on the Floating Stone immediately relayed the information back to Earth.
Naturally, before undertaking such a large-scale mission, they had prepared various contingency plans, including one for this very situation: being intercepted by a Legendary Tier expert before reaching the Arcane Tower.
Their contingency for this situation was the so-called third plan: the main assault force would become a diversion, holding these people here while the support players who had boarded the ship and entered the city earlier became the main assault force and continued attacking the Wizard Tower.
The Wizards' Association boasted ten elders, but not all ten were stationed in the Lan'er Empire. Its influence extended throughout the Star Spirit World, and precisely because of this, its strongest forces were widely scattered.
Of the ten elders, ordinarily only four guarded the Wizards' Association headquarters in the Lan'er Empire, while another five were scattered among the Star Spirit World's other countries.
The last was a rather unusual elder, the Black-Robed One,