After checking the battle and confirming that everything remained under control, Isaac tossed out the magical invitation in his hand. Magic power gathered, and an azure portal appeared before him. He dismissed the divine apparition and Demonic Claw behind him, then stepped through the azure portal with the Divine Tome in hand.
Over those three years, although the God of Strife was gone, Dungeon City's fighting strength had increased rather than diminished. Its number of gods had risen to six. Although two held civil positions, even they were far stronger than most Fourth Tier dungeon monsters.
Moreover, seven or eight Third Tier familiars had emerged within the familiar legions. In terms of native fighting strength alone, Dungeon City could definitely rank first now!
Previously, Isaac had been confident of taking first place even with the outsiders included, but now a Grand Arcane Master had appeared who was attempting to attain greatness...
That made things hard to say.
There really was always someone stronger, always a higher sky.
Passing through the azure magical portal, Isaac arrived in a spacious conference hall. A huge round table stood in the middle, with wizards in robes of various colors scattered around it.
A flicker of surprise crossed Isaac's eyes as he looked at them. There were actually this many Fourth-Order Wizards?
At a glance, there were at least thirty!
And not everyone had arrived yet. Once they were all here, there would probably be even more.
After scanning the gathering, Isaac walked straight over and sat beside Olisti. Of everyone present, Olisti was the only one he knew fairly well. Although he had had some contact with the others over the years through Olisti, their relationships could hardly be called close.
Mainly, they had always harbored prejudices against Isaac because of his background