"Level 3 Wizard... Black Robe..."
Ronan accurately identified the strength and status of the newcomer, pausing slightly in surprise.
To encounter a Level 3 Wizard in the waters near the East Coast was indeed quite rare.
Before Ronan could react, a figure had already rushed out from beside him, instantly breaking through the Rune Formation of the Magic Airship and heading straight for the Level 3 Black Robed Wizard.
It was the stern man with black patterns by Beatrix’s side. At the same time, Beatrix and Molli’er quickly ran beside him, hand in hand.
"It’s someone from the Voodoo Sect..."
Beatrix’s face was pale, and she looked panicked and helpless.
"They... they actually followed us here..."
Ronan searched his mind for any mention of the South Wizard World’s major Wizard Forces and found no impression of the "Voodoo Sect."
It seemed likely to be a minor Wizard Force, not listed by Kosti.
By then, the stern man with the black patterns had already clashed with the Voodoo Sect Wizard.
The former, merely at the late stage of Level 2, was not supposed to stand a chance against his adversary, but he suddenly tore off his Black Robe, revealing a bizarre set of black armor covered in curved spikes. Subsequently, the black patterns on his face moved like living things, blood veins growing out and sketching strange designs onto the armor.
As soon as they crossed paths, the stern man immediately fell into a disadvantage, but relying on the magic armor, he was remarkably able to hold off the Voodoo Sect Level 3 Wizard’s assault.
What followed was even more eerie; as the battle lingered, the stern man’s strength began rapidly increasing, gradually tilting the situation in his favor.
"What kind of Magic Tool Set is that?"
Ronan was somewhat astonished. He could clearly sense that the growing strength of the stern man originated entirely from his armor—armor that seemed to possess a weird magic power of absorbing the opponent’s strength and augmenting itself.
Using the Eye of Truth, he caught sight of various gray-black substances being absorbed by the armor from the Voodoo Sect Level 3 Wizard, continuously converting into energy. However, it was odd that the absorbed Voodoo Sect Wizard appeared unaffected.
"Sobi can hold out for a while..."
Meanwhile, Beatrix spoke urgently: "I have another Magic Airship. We are not far from land now. Damien, Molly, would you like to come with me?
If the Voodoo Sect’s people catch up, it might be troublesome..."
Beatrix tightly held Molly’s hand, and with a flick of her Space Ring, which glowed, a beautifully designed Magic Airship appeared before them.
She kept urging Ronan to board the ship, but he was unmoved, merely casting her a faint glance.
Beatrix, whether foolish or malevolent, was bringing her pursuers. Surely, the farther away others were from her at this moment, the safer they would be.
The sudden eruption of the Level 3 battle caused a stir among everyone on the ship. The Wizard Apprentices who were grilling on deck had probably never seen such a high-level wizard battle and, curiosity overcoming fear, not one hid back in the cabins. Instead, they all stood by the railing, craning forward to watch.
The crew, however, reacted, beginning to steer the ship to turn around, with the vessel’s speed visibly increasing.
A mysterious collapsing sound was heard, and the entire airship’s hull suddenly sank, the Protective Energy Shield outside the hull compressed by an invisible force, like a giant bubble, bulging downward, and then bursting loudly.
A tremendous spiritual power quietly settled on the ship, halting it completely, and everyone aboard felt as though something tightly gripped their throats, the air growing incredibly thick.
Some looked up in horror, only to find an unexpected figure in a fluttering Magic Robe appearing above.
He had taken the Sun’s place, his presence emanating an unparalleled, frightening power. With the sheer force of his own Field, he detained the entire Magic Airship in place.
"Le... Level 3 Wizard?!"
Someone exclaimed in shock.
On the deck, upon seeing that figure emerge, Beatrix’s pretty face turned white, and she almost collapsed on the spot.
Not far away, roaring could be heard. The stern man in the black armor engaged with another Voodoo Sect Level 3 Wizard erupted with a shockwave, breaking free from the battle to rush towards this side.
"Molly, Damien... it’s my fault... the Voodoo Sect won’t spare any of you... they are all cold-blooded executioners..."
Beatrix mumbled to herself, likely not even aware of what she was saying.
Molli’er gave her a sympathetic glance, and then turned her gaze to Ronan.
"You’re actually willing to plead for others?"
Ronan looked at her with surprise, and Molli’er humphed emotionlessly.
Ronan shook his head, then his figure soared, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the same elevation as the approaching Voodoo Sect Level 3 Wizard.
This was a pale-faced man with a face full of wrinkles and a sinister aura, his eyes freakishly devoid of pupils, only showing the whites.
He was slightly surprised that Ronan so easily broke through his Spiritual Field, frowning slightly, then coldly spoke, "This doesn’t concern you, young man. Before you act, you best consider the consequences..."