"Damned humans, you're asking for death! Follow me out, tear those outside scrap into pieces!"
While the Demon King roared in anger, he led his remaining minions to charge out.
Taking advantage of the chaos between the two sides, the Old Priest quickly tore open a space scroll to escape, and in a moment, he was ten miles away.
There were already few space mages, and the creation of teleportation scrolls by Saints of Laws was even scarcer.
Every one used was one less, and this was a treasure the old priest had acquired from an adventure, cherished until now.
To teleport ten miles in an instant was undoubtedly a life-saving treasure. The only problem was the lack of control over the location.
For example, the old priest was unlucky enough to fall face-first, and even worse, he returned to the path they had originally used to escape.
He had just climbed up from the ground and hadn't had time to stabilize his body when shouts of killing came to his ears.
