Ronald had already tracked down and caught up with the target.
Naturally, he was in no rush now.
Away from the illuminating streetlights and under the cover of the night sky above, he easily traversed between the tops of various buildings, steadily following the carriage on the ground.
The fleeing Magician cultists were now racing against time.
It didn't take long before, as if according to Ronald's plan, they punctually arrived at the predetermined location.
Even a few steps ahead of the carriage.
Ronald jumped down from the rooftop and then stood right in the middle of the desolate road, watching the approaching carriage with an unwavering gaze. The cultists had deliberately chosen this secluded road, which turned out to be an excellent environment for Ronald to work freely.
His gaze quickly swept over the speeding carriage.
