Under the cover of night at the other end of the plant maze.
The cult sorcerers' leader was directing his subordinates, continuing the pursuit of the investigators' team.
These wildly growing plants severely hindered their advance and created an oppressive atmosphere among the group of cult sorcerers.
Faced with such a situation, the cult sorcerer leader's face looked particularly grim:
"Move it, faster!"
"And Igmore, Nike, you two head back and get the Blood Trace Powder, we'll burn these damn vines soon!"
He scolded, issuing commands to his followers.
However, what the cult sorcerer leader felt inside was far worse than the expression on his face.
Up against the earnest Investigation Bureau, his shady organization indeed faced exaggerated pressure; it was only logical for a church made up of members with twisted characters and vile spells to disintegrate.
During this intense period of suppression, tonight's ambush took on significant importance.