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Since it was quite far away, Rudy could not see what was happening. He could just vaguely make out that those who were at the corners did not look to be in a good condition.

Some of them were clutching their arms, and some of them had their legs bandaged, too. They were probably warriors who, though injured, had survived, forced to tend to their wounds on the fringes of the battle.

Jack saw it as well. He frowned as his eyes roamed the area, looking like he was planning something important.

Rudy had just been about to ask Jack what he was thinking when Jack raised his hand and said, “Follow me there. Make sure you stay behind me. No matter what happens, don’t leave my side!”

Rudy nodded. At the northwestern corner of the battle, two groups of warriors were gathered.

third-grade worlds

forced to leave the battlefield to recuperate. Resuming

same clan and had supported each other the whole way. They were closely tied, but they did not get along that

three of them were above average among warriors from third-grade worlds, or they would

beast. An intense explosion rendered one of them

worst injuries was called Olesm, the youngest disciple among them. The strongest one among the three

his injured arm. His eyes were looking right at the battlefield, and

frowned as he looked at Calruz. The three of them knew each other. After spending much time around each other, they knew of their

no one else who’d want to pick up scraps? It’ll just lead to another intense battle. Those of them at