Alfarld's eyes were filled with venomous hatred as he retreated into the black mist, his whole body beginning to fade away.
However, at that moment, several powerful presences burst forth from the surrounding directions, instantly extracting his black mist and causing his escape plan to fail completely.
"How is this possible!?"
Alfarld was stunned at that instant. He hurriedly turned his head to assess the source of those presences and found that they came from several figures around him, leaving him petrified, as if a thunderclap had struck inside his mind, standing stunned in place.
"They... they're not illusions... how is this possible..."
The six figures were clad in golden gleaming armor, each holding a sword and standing at a different position, surrounding him in the center. It was precisely them who had withdrawn his black mist earlier, causing him to lose his ability to instantly teleport.
