Chapter 712: Chapter 604: Desperate Situation

The Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms deployed all its high-end combat power, yet the results were disappointing.

Mighty Eight Level creatures in the millions, Sixth and Seventh Level creatures in the billions, overwhelming and grand.

The void was filled tightly, their silhouettes completely blocking the starlight.

That terrifying aura seemed to want to crush everything before it into powder.

And then they were struck down by the wizards like dead dogs.

The four forces’ Eighth Level Wizards numbered less than a hundred thousand in total.

Sixth and Seventh Level Wizards, combined, numbered under ten million.

This number would be enough to make any civilization tremble normally, but faced with the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms’ insane army counted in billions, it was small like a lone leaf in the ocean.

Yet this lone leaf not only wasn’t swallowed by the ocean, it split the ocean in half.

Hundred thousand Eighth Level Wizards arrayed themselves in the void.

To gain more spoils of war, these Eighth Level Wizards didn’t even summon more cannon fodder units, instead using only their bodies, their witchcraft, their grasp of the laws to firmly keep the invading millions of Eighth Level armies outside the gate.

These Eighth Level Wizards charged and smashed through enemy lines, where they passed, starry sky giant beasts collapsed and energy aggregations dispersed.

The Sixth and Seventh Level Wizards were responsible for sweeping away the massive numbers of low-tier enemy forces.

After the Eighth Level Wizards tore apart the formation, these enemy forces, whose combat power was inferior to the Wizards, were easily crushed.

Overall, it looked no longer like war, it was harvesting.

Jeming manipulated the Great Light Appearance to output madly while taking time to scan the entire battlefield.

Every wizard was "shopping" in their own way: sealing, transforming, devouring, containing...

In short, turning enemy corpses... or simply live enemies into their spoils of war.

His gaze instinctively fell on Professor Clark.

Because the distance between the parties was too great, he couldn’t see the details, only the general outline of that battlefield.

But even just the general outline was enough.

In the area Clark inhabited, all the wizards instinctively avoided him, allowing him to float alone in the void surrounded by dense enemy forces.

Seventh Level, Eighth Level, starry sky giant beasts, energy aggregations, scaled warriors... they lunged at that pitifully small figure from all directions.

And then they began to disappear.

An Eight Level starry sky giant beast roared as it charged forward, and when several thousand meters from Clark, its body suddenly froze.

Its expression turned from ferocious to confused, from confused to fearful.

It opened its mouth, wanting to roar something, but no sound came out.

Then, its massive body vanished out of thin air, as if it never existed.

Jeming’s pupils contracted.

He focused his attention, the All-Purpose Eye and Fate System operated simultaneously, attempting to analyze Clark’s combat method.

He saw those enemies, in the instant they approached Clark, something was drawn from their bodies.

Something seemingly closer to essence was directly extracted, hence the existence of the entire being similarly vanished.

But how did he accomplish this?

What exactly was that extracted something?

Jeming had no understanding.

Clark didn’t even raise a hand, he didn’t chant, his expression didn’t change.

He just quietly floated there, like a sculpture, yet the surrounding space was being cleared in circles.

All the attacks, all the defenses, all the struggles, in his presence, seemed like child’s play.

An Eight Level Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms commander noticed the abnormality in this area.

It was a large-scaled beast, covered with golden scales, its aura more terrifying than the surrounding starry sky giant beasts.

It roared as it charged toward Clark, condensing an energy ball in its mouth capable of annihilating a small plane.

As this commander’s charge continued, the distance between the two narrowed.

Ten thousand meters, five thousand meters, one thousand meters...

Then it stopped.

Like the previous starry sky giant beast, its expression turned from ferocious to confused, from confused to fearful.

It opened its mouth, and the energy ball slipped from its mouth, silently exploding in the void.

Then it disappeared.

Jeming took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze.

Couldn’t understand.

Really couldn’t understand.

Wizards obtain their combat power through knowledge; not understanding means the opponent’s knowledge level far exceeds his own.

Jeming stopped thinking about it, refocused his attention back on his own battlefield.

The Great Light Appearance still tirelessly poured beams, the Inner Grotto Heaven crazily absorbed the remains of those slaughtered creatures.

The Black Giants had completely fallen into frenzy, devouring, evolving, devouring again, evolving again, the entire tribe’s aura surged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jeming knew very well, at this stage he only needed to do his own task well.

Things of the mentor’s level can be discussed later.

Inside the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms’ command post, the atmosphere had completely changed.

Those commanders who were confident just moments ago now wore ashen faces.

The battle reports from the front lines were shocking.

In just a brief exchange, the Eight Level army lost over one-third, the Sixth and Seventh Levels lost nearly half, while the opponent’s defense line remained intact.

This was not a battle, it was a massacre.

Their attacks landed on the opponent like raindrops on rocks; the opponent’s attacks landed on them like burning iron blocks in snow.

"Retreat." The voice of the beastman commander was hoarse, "The opponent’s strength far surpasses ours, we must withdraw!"

No one objected.

Everyone understood, continuing to fight meant total obliteration.

But before the retreat command was issued, new battle reports arrived: the rear was cut off.

The four forces had already dispatched elite squads at some unknown time, bypassed to their rear, sealing the crack exit connecting to their home base.

Not only that, those squads even directly infiltrated the other end of the crack, igniting fire in their home base.

The light of explosions shone through the crack, reflected in the pupils of every commander.

Their home was gone.

The command post fell into deathly silence.

Suddenly, sensing something amiss, the beastman commander jerked his head, looking at the black-robed man who had been quietly sitting in the corner.

The black-robed man looked up, revealing a gentle smile from beneath the hood.

That face... the beastman commander knew it well.

Minutes ago, he felt he’d worked with this person.

But now, having experienced the battlefield disaster, the rear’s severance, the home’s explosion, he finally realized the abnormality.

"You..." His voice stuck in his throat.

The black-robed man stood up, the robe sliding off revealing a well-tailored silver-white magic robe.

His face was no longer that familiar yet unrecallable blur, but a clear visage carrying a composed smile.

His magic robe’s chest bore an emblem known to all present commanders, though never seen in this form, they’d all seen it on Wizards’ robes before; it’s the Wizard’s mark.

"Thank you all for cooperating." His voice was gentle, with a right amount of courtesy, "Your troop deployment, tactical habits, retreat routes, we’ve fully comprehended."

A murderous intent surged in the beastman commander’s eyes.

He lunged toward the wizard, but as soon as his body left the ground, an invisible force pressed him back down.

He looked down, seeing a silver-white Rune Chain somehow linked on his chest, the other end connected to the wizard’s finger.

"Don’t struggle." The wizard smiled, "Your fate was sealed from the moment you decided to deploy your entire army."

In the distance, the Eighth Level Wizards of the four forces were converging on this area.

Their bodies were stained with enemy blood, their faces showed expressions of unfinished satisfaction.

Seeing the situation, the surrounding Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms commanders showed expressions of despair.

They couldn’t defeat the enemy, nor escape.

The leaders of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms and the wizards who defected had been driven into a corner.

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