Seeing that teleportation failed, a few people instantly cast life-saving magic, either splitting into multiple identical-looking figures to escape separately or simply turning into a beam of light to flee far away.
No one intended to fight; instead, they quickly fled in different directions, hoping they were not the most unlucky one.
After the short encounter, or rather after delivering a unilateral strike, the group instantly realized that the man in a silver-patterned grey robe was a Ninth Rank powerhouse!
Their attacks did not inflict any injuries on him; they barely pierced through the defensive layer on his body surface, then dissipated listlessly.
Watching the others flee, the central figure in the silver-patterned grey robe did not take any action.
But before the fleeing crowd could feel surprised, another change occurred.
Without exception, figures in grey cloaks appeared out of nowhere, blocking all paths of the escaping crowd.
"Get lost!"
"Go to die!"
