Chapter 893: Chapter 43 Bait_3 Chapter 893: Chapter 43 Bait_3 Under the advance warning of Dean Frist, the Ravensmouth College Advance Team calmly dealt with the backstabbing attack from “one of their own” coming from behind.

There was definitely a gap in strength.

After all, one side that came to the Parallel Universe was the complete Tower of the Great Sage Mitchell, while the other was just a fraction of Ravensmouth College’s forces, the Advance Team.

Even though this Large-scale Stellar Fleet wasn’t the full force of the Tower of the Great Sage Mitchell, it was enough to suppress the Ravensmouth College Advance Team, beating them to the point where the team could only defend itself with no chance of counterattacking.

It was oddly ironic that the Supreme Council not only symbolically intercepted but also did not organize any nearby Wizard Forces stationed for wartime to come to the support of the Ravensmouth College Advance Team.

They merely watched as the Large-scale Stellar Fleet of Mitchell’s Sage Tower with advantages on all fronts made it impossible for the Ravensmouth College Advance Team to even lift their heads.

The losses of the Advance Team gradually mounted; the number of destroyed warships and various types of equipment and Magic Tools was on the rise.

The number of Wizards being sacrificed was also steadily piling up.

Since its establishment, Ravensmouth College had only suffered greater damage in the battle where all second-generation members of the Diomand Family perished.

Dean Frist looked at the wartime defense zone about to be completely shattered and the Advance Team about to be utterly disabled, his heart bleeding, yet he dared not show it on his face.

Turning around, he looked resolutely at the in-charge of the High Council’s Parallel Universe Office in the video communication, and said solemnly, “After today, there will no longer be a possibility for Ravensmouth College to become friends with you or the forces and big shots behind you; I hope we do not meet on the battlefield.”

The person in charge opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

At that moment, Dean Frist couldn’t care less whether this in-charge wanted to be sarcastic, disdainful, or explanatory; he simply turned off the video communication.

A moment later, three other encrypted video communications were simultaneously connected.

The holographic images of the spokespersons for three Level Nine Great Sages appeared before Dean Frist.

“Is Ravensmouth College unable to hold on?”

Before Dean Frist could speak, one of the spokespersons asked with interest.

“It’s not that Ravensmouth College can’t hold on,”
Dean Frist immediately corrected this statement seriously, stating, “It’s the Ravensmouth College Advance Team that can’t hold on, and it’s also because the promotion of the Great Sage Mitchell is about to be completed.”

“So what? What does that have to do with us?”

Another spokesperson pushed up the round glasses on his nose and asked with a smile.

The last spokesperson did not speak, but from his expression, it was not difficult to see that he also supported this statement.

“Indeed, it has nothing to do with you,”
Dean Frist shrugged, speaking indifferently, “After all, this time, it’s the Great Sage Mitchell who is determined to take advantage of the opportunity of being promoted to Saint to teach Ravensmouth College a painful lesson. It’s also factions within the Supreme Council that want to cut off the chance for my grandfather to break into the rank of Level Nine Great Sage or even Saint through leveraging the exploration of the Parallel Universe.”

“Good that you know. Why contact us then? To let us witness the humiliation of Ravensmouth College?”

The second spokesperson who said “What does that have to do with us?” lowered the hand that had adjusted his glasses, his smile turning into an undisguised sneer.

Dean Frist looked at him intently and said solemnly, “As far as I know, the High Council of Wizard’s Civilization currently only has one set of resources to support a Saint’s promotion, but it has been reserved for the reincarnation of Saint Lotson. The Immortal God Celestial Court has a bit more, with three sets; one belongs to Heavenly Master Xu Jing of the Palace, one is reserved for a destined person and will never be used unless they appear, and the last… has been used on the Great Sage Mitchell.”

Pausing for a moment, Dean Frist emphasized, “Also, as far as I know, when a promotion to Saint fails, the attempted promoter leaves behind a Remnant Cocoon, from which the full promotion resources can be extracted. May I ask the three of you whether what I know is…”

“Correct or not?”