In the command center of the Native Alliance Army, the atmosphere shifted from excitement to heaviness and anger.

"The flank has fallen! Heavy losses!"

"Damn it! Who is that guy?!"

"Unable to pinpoint his location!"

The Knight Commander looked at the scorched area on the map that had been "plowed" through by that figure, his face ashen.

Their proud ambush plan had been completely disrupted by an unexpected variable.

The presence of that Wizard was like a sharp thorn viciously piercing their vast net.

"Mobilize forces! At all costs, besiege him!" he ordered harshly.

Large numbers of indigenous troops began to divert from the valley-surrounding formation, moving to encircle the area where Jeming was located.

They planned to use a numerical advantage, with a tighter encirclement, to force the Wizard to reveal a flaw.

Elite squads, equipped with special magic items and totems, were dispatched in all directions, attempting to anticipate and intercept Jeming's movements.

Meanwhile, Jeming, situated at the center of the battlefield, naturally felt the pressure change clearly.

"Hmm? More people have come." Jeming observed the indigenous troops surging from all directions.

Unfortunately, merely increasing the numbers was of no use to Jeming. He was well-acquainted with the essence of guerrilla warfare, using multiple Moving Talisman Witchcraft in cycles, ensuring he never lingered in one spot for too long.

However, just as Jeming was enjoying this one-sided "hunt," gradually dismantling the indigenous alliance's outer defenses, issues arose within the valley.

The besieged apprentices, their defenses finally collapsed.

Even though Jeming drew most of the fire, the indigenous troops encircling the apprentices inside were still numerous and well-trained.

Realizing Jeming's threat, the indigenous people no longer cared about losses, launching what could be considered a frenzied assault.

Shamans collectively exerted force, curses and weakening spells engulfed Horn's Rock Fortress, and knights charged forward, undeterred by the bombardment of witchcraft. Time after time, giant axes and warhammers smashed against Horn's consolidated rock defenses, creating deafening booms.

The squad entangling Augusta also became more frenzied, willing to trade injury for death, determined to hold her from unleashing her strongest outburst.

Crack!

On the light screen, a massive crack appeared in the Rock Fortress that Horn struggled to maintain.

Buzz!

The Thunder Armor surrounding Augusta flickered erratically, clearly under tremendous pressure.

The indigenous commander seized this opportunity, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes.

"All-out attack! Full assault by the whole army! Don't bother about the guy outside! Prioritize taking out this group of Wizards inside!" the Knight Commander's roar was earth-shattering.

The long-held main force of the indigenous alliance army, like a fierce tiger unleashed, with overwhelming murderous intent, launched an all-out attack on the apprentices' final defense line.

Having cleaned up the last batch of enemies, Jeming halted his steps, his gaze fixed on that valley shrouded in despair.

Always wandering on the edge of the battle line, he could distinctly sense the shift in the situation. Clearly, there was a problem in the valley, prompting the indigenous people to act recklessly.

The other side's voluntary retreat seemed to suggest they had achieved their objective, but Jeming was very dissatisfied:

"Damn it, you attack when you like, leave when you please, are you treating me like a public bathroom?!"

A cold sheen flashed in his eyes as he changed direction, activating the Moving Talisman Witchcraft, no longer parrying along the valley's perimeter, instead rocketing towards the valley's entrance like a shell.

Seeing from afar that valley ceaselessly exploding with violent elemental fluctuations, Jeming extremely induced the Moving Talisman Witchcraft at his waist.

The Talisman operated at high speed, the rampant energy instantly enveloping him.

His figure sketched out an almost right-angled trajectory, charging upward over the battlefield at a frightening speed!

Before ascending, Jeming activated Alchemy.

Under the traction of an invisible force, large chunks of rock burst from the earth beneath his feet, enveloping Jeming and suspending around him.

Jeming, with several large rocks, shot up to over a thousand meters high, a height far exceeding the limits of Apprentice Level Flying Skills; without the Light Body Technique's aid, he could not have achieved this.

At this altitude, the Moving-type Talisman Witchcraft operates at full power, overheating in less than a minute.

Nonetheless, Jeming had prepared plenty for this trial, crafting ten spares each of Moving-type and Attack-type.

These Talisman Witchcrafts were used in cycles at ultimate power; as soon as the front ones overheated and shut down for cooling, the next activated immediately, ensuring Jeming could stably maintain a height beyond any apprentice's imagination.

He chose this altitude to avoid the various no-fly zones or spatial restrictions imposed by the indigenous ground forces, while also reducing the attacks he received.

The apprentices in the valley watched in astonishment as the figure that had earlier been a whirlwind of destruction on the periphery suddenly ascended to the sky like a madman.

"What is he doing?!"

"Is he insane? Flying so high, the Flying Skill can't control that, is he looking to die?!"

"Is he trying to escape?"

Shock and confusion spread among the apprentices.

However, Jeming's current intention was neither to flee nor to seek death.

On the contrary, he planned to have a head-on collision with these indigenous people.

At this distance, controlling apprentice-level witchcraft precisely was beyond limits, and it's hard to maintain accuracy with attack-type witchcraft needing to lock onto targets at such a range.

But Jeming did not need precision.

He had ascended above the entire valley, almost directly over the heads of the indigenous alliance.

Now… he only needed to pour down firepower.

Intending to go big, Jeming held nothing back.

He removed the remaining pendants from his belt, extracting all the Attack-type Talisman Witchcraft.

The previous tests in the plane had consumed one, leaving nine Talisman Witchcraft floating behind him under the effects of Alchemy.

As the Talisman activated, an endless stream of elemental power was absorbed by the Talisman Witchcraft, and the nine Talisman Witchcraft formed a fiery red ring behind Jeming, emanating an astonishing energy wave.

The defensive witchcraft on his body also activated simultaneously, with three differently colored energy shields surrounding him.

Resilient earthen yellow, flowing cyan, and violent red formed three solid layers of bulwark.

The rocks brought to high altitude earlier using Alchemy also transformed in shape, becoming four gigantic Rock Shields surrounding Jeming above, below, and to the sides, serving as extra shields against enemy attacks possibly coming from below or the sides.

All preparations were complete.

Jeming's mind instantaneously entered a state of high concentration, tremendous Spiritual Power surged into the Talisman Array behind.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The Talisman Witchcraft behind him emitted high-frequency vibrations almost simultaneously, then a terrifying flow of witchcraft rained down on the indigenous alliance like a storm!

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