The situation in the Western Warzone was like purgatory.

It was the warzone with the most casualties, and if it hadn’t been for the medical team and the magical medicine, Erudia’s fifth defense barrier would’ve already fallen.

Every attack was fiercer than the one before; the criminals were causing endless internal trouble and pressure.

At that point, the Medical Elite ancient family had already lost half of its members.

They could, at most, last another two days; they were even worse off than their comrades in the East.

“Is the Dragonites’ reinforcement here yet?” asked the Medical Elite grimly.

He had blood all over him.

Truth was, the Grand Master was extremely strong.

He single-handedly killed two Rank Six fighters and five Rank Five fighters.

Palace barred

come, Grandpa! It’s not

on, Medical Elite, we will all be dead! I still don’t understand why we have

incredible beings and are masters in terms of our medical skills and combat capabilities. Why should

grouchier than ever after

certain

and useless. How much use could they be against the army in the West? Moreover, the enemy is aware of them

Moreover, the raiders will likely head East first. Let’s ignore how powerful the enemies in the East are. Let’s assume that the raiders will eliminate them successfully. It

words, we will

this point, we are only buying some time for Erudia and stopping their biggest enemy

silence after Carter and his friends shared their ideas

mean… persisting and fighting will just result in

“Exactly!”

first place! Helping the Dragonites and sacrificing myself for those common

I quit

going to do it if it’s

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