The thunderous sound of the mountain collapsing seemed to still echo in the ears.

Jeming found himself high in the air, watching the blood-red light fleeing in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he unhesitatingly pulled out another vial of magic potion with a lustrous glow and drank it in one gulp.

In an instant, a surge of clear energy flooded into the Sea of Spirit, dispelling all fatigue and depletion, and his spiritual power, which had been nearly exhausted, was restored to its peak state once again.

The Blood Angel at this moment looked significantly more battered than at the start.

His blood-colored armor bore multiple charred marks from energy bullets, and although it quickly healed under the power of the divine spirit, the continually depleting divine power and constant addition of injuries made his expression dark as water.

He swung the longsword in his hand furiously, each strike carrying a blood-red trajectory that sliced through the atmosphere as he attempted to break through Jeming's overwhelming energy barrage.

On the far side of a distant mountain peak, a group of figures cautiously hid behind jagged rocks, peeking at the battlefield that looked like the apocalypse had arrived with magic and telescopes.

There were two elegantly clad indigenous mages with energy seeping out, and four or five warriors adorned in fine armor. Surrounding them were also a dozen or so powerhouses from the orc, dwarf, elf, and other intelligent races.

They were a reconnaissance team sent by the Elorcia Plane alliance, aimed at investigating the unusual occurrences in this area.

"Oh my... what kind of power is this?!" An elf great mage couldn't help but exclaim, his voice trembling with disbelief, "They've been fighting intensely for almost three lumhours, yet why hasn't the wizard's onslaught weakened in the slightest?"

"This is not a field we can intervene in." The dwarf warrior gripped his war axe tightly, his usually fearless face now bearing a grave fear.

Because just a while ago, a group of defiant second-level powerhouses attempting to get closer was swallowed by a mist of light scattered by that wizard, dissipating into nothingness before even having time to scream.

To know that in the Elorcia Plane, what the wizards call second-level creatures are known among them as—"Legends."

Each one having accomplished countless miracles and standing at the pinnacle of the mortal world.

But just now, they clearly saw those legendary powerhouses, attempting to rush into the battle circle out of curiosity or to provide support, rendered helpless against the all-encompassing and pervasive energy barrage.

Their proud fighting qi, magic shields, even their life-saving divine magic, were pierced instantaneously like paper in the face of the impenetrable flood of light.

Subsequently, these legendary powerhouses, along with their mounts or followers, were annihilated in the blinding light, turning into ash.

Many present had grown up hearing stories of some of these strong figures, yet right before their eyes, these renowned strong individuals met their ends so easily.

This power was completely beyond their comprehension.

Realizing the vast power gap between themselves and the battle participants, they dared not approach any closer, only observing from afar through magic.

Documenting all they saw and heard meticulously, preparing to send the information back to their respective leaders.

The battle was locked in a prolonged stalemate.

Jeming knew his time was running out.

The three metal discs behind him were now down to the last one still emitting a faint glow, with its energy already half depleted.

After who knows how much time passed, the Blood Angel's movements suddenly started to slow down in front of him.

The once swift figure now traced an awkward path through the air, each flap of its wings appearing strained.

Jeming's eyes sparkled with excitement; he knew the moment had come!

The body structure of an angel is not sufficient to support flight with wings alone, relying heavily on magical effects.

The situation indicated that his opponent's energy was nearly depleted!

He intensified his assault sharply, making the energy barrage even denser, rushing towards the Blood Angel like a deluge breaking a dam!

The Blood Angel felt intense anxiety; he could feel the divine power within him draining rapidly, like a punctured balloon, unable to effectively recover.

Under normal circumstances, his divine power wouldn't deplete so quickly, even if it did, he could continuously absorb the magic power from the surrounding atmosphere for rapid recovery.

However, the energy bullets released by Jeming's talisman witchcraft, although primarily consuming the energy stored in the metal discs, were also constantly siphoning and depleting the elemental power from the surrounding environment during release.

As a result, the "concentration" of elements in their battlefield was at a perpetually low level, utterly unable to provide effective recovery for the Blood Angel.

This was like pulling the rug out from under him!

The Blood Angel gritted his teeth, the disadvantageous turn of events forced him to abandon his pride.

He even simply gave up the aerial advantage, abruptly landing on the ground, minimizing the divine power consumption to sustain the battle.

This method indeed proved useful.

Although the Blood Angel's linear movement speed on the ground was not as fast as in the air, he became more agile with the aid of terrain, incessantly threading through the ruins and evading Jeming's relentless assaults.

This, in turn, made Jeming anxious.

The Blood Angel's agility meant he never had a suitable opportunity to use the fourth-level attack-type witchcraft.

After all, the opponent's speed was too fast; even if he managed to keep up with the "accelerating talisman witchcraft," without the flexibility to control the fourth-level witchcraft like the talisman witchcraft, it was still very difficult to lock on precisely for a fatal strike.

On the contrary, focusing on using the fourth-level witchcraft reduced his control over the talisman witchcraft, possibly allowing the opponent a chance to escape the lock.

Seeing that his last energy reserve was about to be depleted, Jeming's heart pounded like a drum.

Just as both sides were once again in a stalemate, locked in a deadlock...

Rumble rumble rumble...

A sudden violent tremor came from the sky.

The sky of the Elorcia Plane, as if torn by an invisible giant hand, split open with a deep crevice once more.

The phantoms of the gods, accompanied by a sacred and majestic aura, reappeared in the sky, reaching towards the depths of the plane's crevice.

It turns out, it was the day for the second update of the rankings.

External mages once again forcibly tore through the barrier of the Elorcia Plane!

Feeling the mutation from the sky and the familiar and powerful aura of his divine spirit, the Blood Angel, initially tense and anxious, couldn't help but relax slightly at this moment.

He instinctively raised his head slightly, looking upward, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes under the gaze of his god.

Unlike the Blood Angel, though Jeming was also startled, he quickly snapped back to reality without any idle time to pay attention to the events about to unfold in the sky.

The instant the psychological balance shifted between both sides was the opportunity he had been waiting for!

The massive influx of spiritual power caused Jeming's eyes to burst with brilliance. Just when the Blood Angel was momentarily distracted, he seized the fleeting opportunity.

Jeming fiercely adjusted the Great Light Appearance, instantly transforming the all-encompassing attack barrage array into an entrapment.

Countless energy bullets no longer just bombarded the Blood Angel but formed impenetrable walls of energy, like a cage, immediately sealing off all the Blood Angel's escape routes!

The Blood Angel snapped back to his senses immediately, but at this moment, his handsome face was filled with terror.

He tried to break through the entrapment, but at that instant, Jeming was even willing to overload the remaining talisman array behind him to hold him firmly in place!

"Die!"

Jeming roared, extending his right hand fiercely!

His lethal move was, of course, the already prepared Fourth Level Attack-type Witchcraft.

The front of the witchcraft artifact glowed, a blinding scarlet ray appearing, carrying an unbeatable aura of destruction, directly targeting the Blood Angel's head, filled with terror and despair.

The Blood Angel knew there was no way to avoid this strike!

He let out a roar of unwillingness, using all his remaining strength, the blood-colored divine power around him surged, trying to muster the most robust defense possible in front of him to confront that fatal ray!

However, the result was beyond doubt.

Zi la...

The scarlet energy gathering beam, when touching the Blood Angel's condensed divine power shield, cut through it completely like a hot knife through butter, without any obstacle.

Then, the beam unsurprisingly blasted into the Blood Angel's head.

No explosion, no flesh splattering.

The Blood Angel's once handsome and majestic head, at the moment of contact with the beam, silently dissipated into nothingness!

His body, lacking the support of the head, collapsed instantly, gradually transforming into countless blood-colored light spots that dispersed above the sky of the mine, leaving only a dense remnant of divine power.

Seeing this scene, Jeming, suspended in mid-air, finally couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The battle was finally over!

When all the energy bullet glows and blast aftermath dissipated, the tragic scene in this area became visible to all observers.

The once towering mountain range had now completely ceased to exist!

In its place was a massive canyon, its edges charred black, with lava even surging at the deepest center.

The once dense forest was leveled to the ground, the scorched earth showing no signs of life, only billowing smoke and a pervasive burnt smell.

Sensing that the breathtaking battle outside had finally ended, Amy and Victor dug a passage from underground and climbed out with lingering fear.

When they saw the apocalyptic scene before them, the two were stunned in place, their pupils contracting violently, staring in shock at everything.

"This... this is what Jeming... he did?" Victor's voice was dry, trembling with disbelief.

Amy also had her mouth wide open, her eyes filled with shock.

The power Jeming displayed far exceeded their understanding of a First Level Wizard!

Just as the two were in shock, a vast stream of information once again flooded into their minds — this was the new contribution points list from the Nolun Workshop.

They couldn't wait to check it out.

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