The guild members’ horses ran as fast as possible. Only the sound of hooves filled the artificial tunnel dug by the pathfinder. The horses gradually reached their limits as the cavalry continued forward.

Boooom!

An explosion shook the ground.

Rachel looked back and saw a reddish-black lump of mana extending like a tongue towards them. It tried to slurp up the guild members.

“Vice Leader!”

The lump of mana licked up and down while melting the ground and ceiling. The ground melted away like a stream and the guild members could feel the powerful surge of mana heating their skin.

“Our rear is in danger!” Marcus desperately shouted.

“Get down!”

Rachel pulled out Galatine and swung with all her might.

The wind spirit, combined with her sword, shot towards the lump of mana and pushed it back with a gust of wind. Then the spirit returned to Rachel and created a stream of wind that further propelled the horses.

They managed to exit the narrow path thanks to the wind spirit’s support, but the lump of mana continued chasing them and covered the sky. It turned into a huge tidal wave and refused to give up.

“Follow me!”

Rachel thought for a split second before pulling her reins. She decided it would be impossible to avoid the mana chasing them, so she gave up the vast plains for refuge between the cliffs.

“We’re going down!”

Her body suddenly leaned forward when the horse she rode spun and threw her into the air....