Ronan's perseverance seemed to be rewarded all at once, and a look of both relief and gratification appeared on his face.
"I knew it."
This was a game of luck, and also a matter of probability.
One random teleportation after another, as long as his luck wasn't incredibly bad, he would eventually have a chance of being teleported in front of the white table.
As it turned out... his luck wasn't too terrible.
The invisible pursuer was not far behind, rapidly closing in.
Ronan quickly took two steps forward, getting closer to the white table, and habitually threw out several metal balls...
"Bang!"
But the short burst of an explosion caused the smile on Ronan's face to suddenly freeze—
Just in front of the white table, less than a meter away in mid-air, clustered densely around were the outlines of at least a dozen blue rune formations.
These arrays, like a semi-circular shield, nearly enveloped the entire white table and wicker chair within.
