Tribe

After a few hours, an old man who did not seem human, with wrinkles on his face like old bark, and looked extremely ugly, flew over to Merlin by walking on air.

"Oh? He's here. He's a Mind Power Master who had formed a Mind Heart!"

Merlin lightly closed his eyes, and immediately opened them again. He already felt that the old and ugly man in front of him was a Seventh-level Mind Power Master. His Mind Power had already started to slowly turn emptiness into reality, and began to interfere in the material world enough to support him in walking on air.

Unfortunately, Merlin also did not sense any Elemental fluctuation from the old man. He was not a Spell Caster either!

The old man flew toward Merlin and Wizard Luce. However, after carefully sensing Merlin and Luce, the man's expression instantly changed.

"You're a foreign tribe!"

"Swoosh."