"Locke's intelligence was accurate; these sorcerers had recently been stripped of a great deal of lifeforce and strength, they appeared much weaker than a normal sorcerer,"
Outside the Black Mist Rift Valley, Ivan had to face a large number of enemies, bearing immense pressure.
He, along with the swamp ant and the Scented Butterfly, took the empty moat as a bastion, putting up a tenacious resistance against the primary forces of the Black God Society, embodying the spirit of 'one man holding the pass and ten thousand unable to break through.'
But Ivan knew that there were more than just one Level 3 Sorcerer among the enemy, and there were other exits beneath; such a circumstance could not last long.
"Magician Muri, why don't you take some people around to the exit? Then we can coordinate our efforts from inside and outside, and take out these madmen in one fell swoop."
