Then Fight (II)

Charles clicked his tongue inwardly. Pushton the Wanderer is far too bold!

Didn't we agree that he needed my help too?

Why didn't he call me this time?

Does he think my help isn't substantial enough, or does he simply not need it for now?

At that moment, Charles could not be certain either.

He had originally thought that after becoming a sixth-ring wizard, Pushton would surely rely heavily on him.

But after thinking about it, if he had advanced to a sixth-ring wizard by relying on the Origin power Pushton had left behind—

Then among sixth-ring wizards, he would still count as one of the weak ones.

Probably the weakest of all sixth-ring wizards.

What help could such strength possibly offer in a battle of this scale?

Charles sensed the Sea of Rules of the Wizard World trembling.

He could even feel a trace of shuddering within it.

Too strong. Simply too strong.

Even though he now felt that not many sixth-ring wizards could defeat him—

This battle still filled him with fear.

Charles thought to himself, No wonder Pushton once said that the power of this pseudo-Seventh Realm obtained through the Abyss was roughly equivalent to the power of an anchor left behind in a world by a seventh-rank existence.

Why does he know so much about this? Could he have already fought a powerhouse like that?

Charles recalled Pushton's demeanor and expression when he had said those words.

A bold thought arose in his heart.

He asked the Book of Causal Paths within his body, "Don't you think Pushton might really have killed a pseudo-seventh-rank Abyss Overlord before?"

"Or fought the anchor of a seventh-rank powerhouse in some world?"

The Book of Causal Paths rapidly flipped its pages and wrote, "Pushton is too strong. I told you,