The Black Robe Wizard had not failed to consider that he might lose.
He simply had not expected that he would fail to retake even a single fortress within half a month.
Previously, they had advanced quickly in the Southwest District, retaking a fortress in less than ten days.
But misfortunes never came alone.
First, he had fallen victim to Sun Wu and the others' open scheme.
Mandala had been scattered by the enemy before they even realized it.
Or perhaps the enemy had not scattered them at all; they had simply been forced to spread out to defend various locations.
After all, if they charged ahead blindly, they would leave an opening at their rear.
The Tianwu Emperor Dynasty had a record of launching surprise attacks before this.
As the old saying went, a fall into the pit, a gain in wit.
The Abyss Faction was full of clever people, so naturally they would not easily make the same mistake twice.
However, they had also overestimated their own strength.
Two or three Abyss Legions were completely incapable of stopping Bai Qi's advance.
In less than a day, he had uprooted three strongholds and two military camps.
The small Energy Nodes they had retaken were seized back by the Heavenly Martial Dynasty in less than five days.
Of course, under the previous circumstances, Mandala could have turned around and eliminated Bai Qi.
A legion was not a Group Army. No matter how formidable it was, how could it compare to his million-strong army?
Yet the situation changed when Bai Qi captured the Energy Node.
And the key link was the Nation of Ten Thousand Nations.
Alexander VII had fulfilled his promise and returned to the battlefield within three months.
He had returned a few days earlier than expected, but the