"Let's face the enemy together! Otherwise, we shall all perish!"
Margaret's transmitted burst of spiritual power reached Colin and Soc, immediately turning into an urgent message.
"Lord Colin!"
Sovoc had also caught up by now, panting as he listened to Margaret's spiritual transmission and instinctively turned his head to ask Colin.
At the same time, his flight speed began to decrease, his complexion turning pale, seemingly unable to maintain high-speed flight any longer.
Colin, who had already fortified himself with Mechanical Mind, heard this and remained calm and indifferent. He glanced at Sovoc, then looked back.
Behind Margaret, the figures of Morin and his companion, sprinting furiously, could now be clearly seen. Their jaw muscles bulged, and veins sprouted on their faces like tiny serpentine copper wires, their expressions extremely frenzied and angry!
"One minute…" Colin murmured softly, his Superbrain spinning rapidly.
"What! Lord Colin?" Sovoc, who had gradually fallen behind him, asked in puzzled surprise.
Sovoc's face was almost as pale as Golden Paper, but what caught attention the most was his hair, originally glossy and smooth, now wilting like dried plants, strand by strand!
"Within one minute, Margaret will be overtaken, then it will be our turn," Colin sighed inwardly and explained softly.
He didn't know what Margaret and Sovoc were thinking. It would have been best for the three of them to scatter and flee just now, yet they insisted on following him!
'No choice left…'
Colin hesitated no longer and instantly stopped!
At this point, scattering to escape was no longer an option.
"Lord Colin?"
Caught off guard, Sovoc couldn't brake in time and brushed past Colin.
"Only by turning around to face the enemy together do we stand a chance!"
As Colin turned, he spoke gravely in the moment he brushed past Sovoc.
Hearing Colin's words, Sovoc looked slightly staggered and then struggled to halt his flight.
Colin was not surprised by Sovoc's choice.
At the brink of life and death, everything was subordinated to the need to survive.
Though he was reluctant to deal with Margaret, as she had said, if they continued to flee separately, they would ultimately be defeated one by one, with no hope of survival.
After all, none of them could fly faster than Morin and his companion in their strange, perhaps corrupted state.
If Margaret could delay for a significant time, there might still be a chance to escape.
But now, such thoughts were merely daydreams.
Colin shook his head and adjusted the Magic Power within him.
Margaret, approximately at the peak of First Rank Intermediate due to her prestigious School background and possession of Witch Tools, had combat power equivalent to a regular First Rank Advanced Wizard from a normal School.
Morin and Ginsley were originally slightly weaker than Margaret, but not by much.
Originally, the two attacking Margaret would have been too much for her to handle.
However, now that Morin and Ginsley had been strengthened, their powers had ascended a notch, nearly rivaling the top of First Rank Advanced!
Margaret could only hold on for two minutes maximum before she would lose her life!
Then, within five minutes, Morin and Ginsley would catch up to him…
"Lord Colin… do you have a plan?"
Sovoc turned around, slowly flying next to Colin to stand shoulder to shoulder, his gaze somewhat unsettled.
"Prepare to fight."
Colin did not answer but after a careful observation, spoke softly.
By this point.
Optimistically, the three had at least reached a consensus to counterattack, rather than acting disorganized.
Moreover, they could no longer afford to hesitate, as time was running out.
In fact, almost as soon as he finished speaking, Margaret had already flown up in front of them.
"You two, hold them off and create an opportunity for me!"
Margaret looked somewhat disheveled, but her tone was still commanding.
But at the same time, Colin also spoke:
"Sovoc, I remember you have a Confinement Magic, like a silver cobweb. In thirty seconds, I need you to use it to temporarily trap Ginsley for one second!"
His Superbrain's Talent had been pushed to its limit, experiences flashing through Colin's mind—
The witchcraft used by Sovoc… witchcraft Margaret excelled in… the speeds of Morin and others… the classic witchcraft of the Silver Safety School... every bit of information related to this fight was rapidly pulled up by the Superbrain and analyzed.
"Yes…"
Margaret's and Colin's voices almost overlapped, making Sovoc beside them somewhat confused, as he instinctively gave a vague response:
"At such a critical moment, Colin, you…!"
Margaret too realized and turned her head to look at Colin, her brows furrowing.
But before she could finish her sentence, she saw Colin turning to face her, calmly saying:
"Lady Margaret, Morin will arrive about ten seconds after Ginsley. I hope by then, you can engage him with your Flame Light Whip!"
Hearing his cold command, Margaret's face turned angry, and she retorted sharply, "How audacious, who gave you the courage to order me!"
Colin's expression remained unchanged, his dark golden helmet wrapping his face, adding a touch of nobility and authority to his handsome features.
In reality, he wasn't intentionally putting on a cold face, but the Superbrain operating at high speed left no spare energy for controlling his expressions.