Encirclement

During the years Charles had been in the Abyss World.

The battle between Isata and White Mountain Boros grew increasingly fierce.

Both sides suffered staggering casualties.

These casualties were no longer limited to third-ring wizards and third-tier beings.

Under the wizard sages, there were fourth-tier dependents as well.

Now, more than one fourth-tier being had already died on this battlefield, and even fourth-ring wizards had fallen.

This battle had been going on for nearly ten years.

What had begun as minor friction had long since turned into a needle-point clash of mutual slaughter.

Isata's front lines continued to advance, suppressing White Mountain Boros.

That was only because White Mountain Boros had received support from many other white wizard academies.

The battlefield, which had initially spanned only several hundred kilometers, had now expanded to nearly two thousand kilometers.

The two sides' defensive lines interlocked like dog teeth.

In many places, armies of wizards and dependents were fighting one another.

War raged unchecked. The mortals around the front lines either died or hurriedly fled.

Even third-tier existences could die at any moment in such a battle.

Even wizard sages could not necessarily preserve their own lives.

Previously, a fourth-ring wizard from White Mountain Boros had already died on the battlefield.

Within Isata's defensive line.

Inside a key defensive sector was the position guarded by Anderson.

With the war dragging on, he could no longer remain in Isata and had instead been sent out to join the fighting at the front.

Even though he was Charles's teacher, it made no difference.

For over a decade, there had been no news from Charles. Even his puppet had not moved for a long time.

Under such circumstances, Noah, who was responsible for commanding the battle, naturally could not allow Anderson to remain in Isata.

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