“Come out, you despicable guy, I have already seen you.” The old man in white shouted loudly as he focused his attention on the surroundings, trying to locate the person who had just attacked him. However, the light in the tunnel was not very good, and after looking for a while, he still couldn't find the attacker.

“Your Excellency the Great Mage, those people have escaped far away, what should we do now?” The middle-aged man in white became anxious as he saw the rebels getting further away.

After a brief thought, the old man in white said, “These people already know our identities; we cannot let them go. You go and stop them.”

The middle-aged man in white agreed and immediately rushed towards the direction of the rebels, holding a silver staff.

The wind howled, and a fierce whirlwind suddenly formed, lifting a large amount of rubble from the ground and sweeping towards the middle-aged man in white as he chased after the rebels.

The middle-aged man was caught in the whirlwind, his body being constantly struck by the flying debris. His clothes and skin were torn by the rubble, leaving bloody marks on his body and face. He crouched down, hugging himself and letting out screams of agony, completely unable to pursue the rebels.

“It seems we must first deal with another magic Ultra-capable besides ourselves; otherwise, we really can't chase after these people,” the old man with white hair said. He waved his hand, and another whirlwind appeared out of nowhere, colliding with the one that had ensnared the middle-aged man. The two whirlwinds spun in completely opposite directions and dissipated simultaneously in the air.

“Under normal circumstances, the casting range of magic Ultra-capables is only about thirty or forty meters. That guy should be nearby,” the old man in white murmured to himself, carefully observing the area around the middle-aged man within that distance.

Suddenly, the old man's gaze stopped on a broken armored vehicle. He waved his golden staff, causing the armored vehicle to rise into the air, hovering three or four meters above the ground, and behind the vehicle, a thin figure appeared.

“Hahaha, finally found you,” the old man in white said with joy on his face, directly controlling the floating broken armored vehicle to smash towards the thin figure.

The wind howled, and a fierce gust generated beside the thin figure. With the help of the wind's force, the figure's feet left the ground, quickly flying toward the darkness of the cave and disappearing into the shadows. The half-armored vehicle crashed heavily to the ground, missing the figure.

“Oh? He can actually fly with the wind; that's quite impressive. But escaping from me won't be so easy,” the old man with white hair said, a hint of surprise appearing on his face. He waved his hand, and a glowing white sphere appeared where the figure had vanished, illuminating the surrounding environment.

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Under the light of the white sphere, a black-haired young man in black clothing leaned against the rock wall, coming into the old man's view. This young man was Rulu.

“I didn't expect someone so young. What’s your name? Are you from the Sanctuary?” the old man with white hair asked Rulu, trying to ascertain his identity.

“Hmph, what Sanctuary? I've never heard of it,” Rulu replied coldly.

“What a pity, it's rare for you to have such good abilities. If you joined the Sanctuary, your future would be limitless. Alas, what a shame…” The old man with white hair shook his head repeatedly, looking very regretful.

Rulu snapped, “Stop pretending. Just say what you want.”

“Since you are not from the Sanctuary, I have no reservations. Come, child, let me send you on your way,” the old man with white hair said calmly. He waved his golden staff, and the previously floating boulder with a diameter of nearly four meters rushed towards Rulu.

Rulu summoned a whirlwind, using its thrust to lift himself off the ground and quickly flying through the spacious underground cave, dodging the boulder's attack.

The old man in white controlled the boulder to closely pursue Rulu. Although the boulder's power was tremendous and its speed fast, it was far less agile than Rulu. The boulder continuously crashed into the ground and surrounding rock walls near Rulu, but despite the old man's efforts, he could not hit Rulu.

“Good, good, you're doing quite well. It seems I must take this seriously now,” the old man in white praised, his expression gradually becoming serious.

With a whoosh, another boulder, about two meters in diameter, also took flight in the cave, heading towards Rulu. The two boulders advanced simultaneously, one following Rulu closely while the other circled in front of him to block his escape route.

“Tsk, what a hassle,” Rulu frowned, concentrating more on flying with the wind. With a whoosh, a boulder grazed past Rulu's shoulder, lightly brushing against his left shoulder. Although it only made slight contact, Rulu felt as if he had been hit by a vehicle. His body was knocked back over two meters, and a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder.

“This won't do; I must escape from them.” Rulu's forehead was covered in cold sweat, feeling like his bones were about to break. He wanted to flee far from these two men in white but feared it would endanger Captain Guan and Nana.

“Got it! I'll escape in another direction. Even if they catch up, it won't matter.” Rulu thought, suppressing the pain in his left shoulder, guiding the whirlwind to sweep over the heads of the two white-clad men and rapidly flying in the opposite direction of the tunnel's exit.

“He wants to escape! Stop him!” The old man with white hair noticed Rulu's intention and shouted loudly. The other middle-aged man in white raised his silver staff.

A violent gust appeared out of nowhere, whipping towards Rulu. The flying Rulu was caught off guard by the wind, causing him to lose control of his flight direction and veer off towards another path.

With a bang, Rulu crashed into the side of a small truck, coming to a stop. A boulder followed closely behind, crashing down towards Rulu. He quickly dodged to the side, and with a loud thud, the boulder smashed into the truck, creating a large hole in the cargo area.

“This is not good. We need to deal with him quickly; otherwise, things will get troublesome,” the old man with white hair said, a look of panic appearing on his face. He sternly ordered the middle-aged man beside him, “Control him! Don’t give him any chance to escape!”

“Yes, Your Excellency the Great Mage!” The middle-aged man replied, his expression grim. He raised his hands towards Rulu, and a fierce wind howled, a strong gust appearing above Rulu, pressing down from above.

In an instant, Rulu felt an overwhelming force of wind pressing down on him from above. Under the tremendous wind pressure, his waist bent down, and he fell heavily to the ground, feeling as if he were carrying a thousand-pound burden on his back, unable to move or fly with the wind any longer.