No one would save a future enemy

Meanwhile, within the Southridge Republic.

Alex was flying towards Yellowrock City at breakneck speed.

Along the way, she passed over human cities, all seemingly untouched by the conflict. This was the heart of the continent, and there was no sign of the Sea Race.

But when she arrived at Yellowrock City, she found it in ruins.

Three figures clashed fiercely in the sky above. Two Sea Race Sovereign level beings were besieging the president of the Yellowrock City branch.

The vice president, whom Alex knew, was gravely injured and out of the fight, lying amidst the rubble, praying for the president's victory.

As a mere Emperor level mage, his survival was a miracle.

The president wasn't faring well either. His mana reserves were dwindling, and fatigue was setting in.

The two Sea Race Sovereigns, on the other hand, seemed relaxed, deliberately wearing down their opponent, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike a fatal blow.