Most importantly, he had just arrived in this area, so it made no sense for him to be discovered.

The only explanation was that the Native Alliance Army had some detection method beyond his expectations.

"Damn! The detection range of Alchemy is still too small!"

Trying to operate the Talisman Witchcraft for takeoff, Jeming found that the area was already a no-fly zone, and his face sank.

After all, Alchemy and Deciphering Skill were not specialized detection witchcraft. Even with the backing of Qi Refining Sixth Layer cultivation, the maximum detection radius of these two types of witchcraft was only a hundred meters or so.

The advantage is that it examines energy and matter more closely, making it very useful when searching for various materials.

But the downside is like now, if the opponent is prepared, it's very likely he will be surrounded without knowing.

"Damn it! I need to study detection witchcraft once I get out!" Jeming's tone was quite displeased.

Being hunted on such a large scale and with such premeditation aroused a strong anger in his heart.

Jeming wasn't the kind of person who liked to slaughter enemies indiscriminately, but neither was he someone to be easily bullied.

Since the enemy came knocking on his door, there was nothing more to say.

He slowly exhaled, his expression turned icy: "Want to kill me? Fine, since you want to fight, I'll fight you!"

Jeming activated the Moving Talisman Witchcraft, even though its flying capability was restricted, the interior still had Light Body Technique spells inscribed.

His body transformed into a blurred afterimage, and he charged fiercely toward a flank on the periphery of the Native Alliance Army, where Jeming sensed the fewest life essences.

He could sense that besides the group around him, there were more enemies coming from further away.

Breaking out would be easy, but Jeming wasn't willing to let them off so lightly.

If those previous ambushes could be deemed accidents, now that they were all over him, he had to "return the favor"!

Simply dealing with this small group of enemies held no meaning, but charging the main army head-on was suicidal.

Jeming knew that relying on his own strength, to inflict damage on such a level of army, he had to disrupt their formation, smash their supply, and break their command system!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Violent fireballs poured from Jeming's hand like a tide, and he easily dealt with the enemies in front of him, breaking out of the encirclement.

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In the following days, Jeming moved like a ghost along the high-intensity battlefield's edge.

On the battlefield, the low consumption and almost infinite usability of the Talisman Witchcraft were maximized.

As long as the core materials of the talisman weren't destroyed, and the environment's element replenishment kept up with the consumption, he could pour out massive amounts of witchcraft in a short time, like a mobile artillery platform.

Using the extreme speed brought by the Moving Talisman Witchcraft to approach enemies quickly, and then using the Defensive Talisman Witchcraft to lightly fend off incoming arrows or magic attacks.

Most importantly, using the Attack Talisman to precisely strike the Native Alliance Army's critical nodes — those specially dressed shamans, commanding officers, and obvious logistics teams transporting supplies.

More often, he simply floated high in the sky, bombarding the densest areas of indigenous forces on the distant battlefield indiscriminately until the talisman witchcraft overheated, then he quickly retreated.

To counter the indigenous people's unknown detection methods, Jeming didn't stick to any fixed tactics, acting entirely on a whim.

Like a mad artist freely splashing colors on a canvas, but each stroke carried destructive power.

The overwhelming force he exhibited soon caused chaos and fear within the Native Alliance Army.

"What is that? A Wizard?!"

"Impossible?! How many witchcrafts has he used?! Why hasn't his Spiritual Power run out?!"

"Quick! Stop him! The flank is disrupted!"

The indigenous people had never seen a wizard able to continuously release witchcraft like this.

Their tactics were based on attrition, exploiting the limited Spiritual Power of wizards.

But Jeming's appearance shattered their understanding.

On the battlefield's edge, his figure transformed into a series of afterimages, each flicker accompanied by explosions and collapsing indigenous opponents.

The meticulously constructed hunting net by the indigenous people revealed vast gaps when faced with this unexpected "ghost" intrusion.

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In the Gray Rock Realm Valley, a desperate atmosphere enveloped the trapped Nolun Academy apprentices like a cold snake.

The indigenous people's rain of arrows and Knight charges left them breathless, the witchcraft energy depleted amidst sharp wails, and potion bottles shattered one by one, unable to prevent the simultaneous exhaustion of Spiritual Power and willpower.

Augusta and Horn, once highly anticipated geniuses, were now tightly entangled by the indigenous people's targeted tactics and numerical superiority, themselves falling into dire straits.

They were like great trees in a storm, resilient yet continuously weathered down.

However, just as the apprentices' defenses were on the verge of collapse, a dazzling light pierced through the valley's gloom.

"Look over there!"

Someone shouted first, and many apprentices instinctively looked up, soon "seeing" through some shared simplistic detection imagery from the witchcraft instruments in the valley's periphery.

The sight that greeted them instantly made them forget their injuries and the fear of death.

There was a figure like a Divine Spirit, wantonly rampaging on the Native Alliance Army's flanks and rear.

No fixed trajectory, shifting left and right, forward and back, moving so swiftly it was hard to catch.

Each pause was accompanied by cataclysmic elemental torrents pouring out.

The sky filled with fireballs descended like a meteor shower, reducing whole sections of indigenous formations to scorched earth, the fearsome intensity and persistence of the attack entirely beyond their understanding of a wizard's power.

"What… what is that?!"

"Such strong elemental fluctuations! Is it just one person?!"

The apprentices were astounded.

They had never seen anyone capable of consistently unleashing high-level witchcraft, as if his Spiritual Power was limitless.

The indigenous people's numerical advantage paled before this force.

The indigenous forces at the valley perimeter lay in chaos, while the arrow rains focused on the valley thinned due to substantial flank casualties.

That was hope!

In the depth of despair, they saw a faint chance for survival!

"Someone is helping us!"

"Is it reinforcements from the Academy?"

"Reinforcement can't be just one person!"

"Whoever it is! Seize the opportunity while they're drawing the indigenous fire, counterattack!"

The besieged apprentices were heartened, and while the indigenous forces were momentarily in chaos and adjusting, they tirelessly propped up their crumbling defenses, organizing a counterattack with difficulty.

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