"Only when you reach the heart of the Sanggan River can you rest" - a proverb spread throughout the Aegean Continent.
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The return journey to the opposite bank for Master Fran and Master Otigha was not smooth sailing, another magic apprentice fell victim to the endless magic water arrows of that damned little witch during the journey home.
Only after they finally reached the south bank and utilized space to gain time did the two masters gradually overcome their defeat.
Across the wide Sanggan River, even a divine archer would find it difficult to hit a moving target, let alone using magic for the attack. At this point, the magic duel on both sides changed from a close-range rapid confrontation to a demonstration hall of intermediate and high-level magic —— only the wide-ranging strikes of intermediate and high-level magic would have a certain killing power on distant targets.
