The battle between planes should have been a soul-shaking cosmic spectacle.
However, within the Ship Plane, as a component of the massive war machine, Jeming’s feelings were sowhat complex—exciting, yet a bit boring.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On the screen, energy beams that could easily vaporize mountains pierced through the void, heavily striking the Living Ice and Fla Plane below.
Each hit was accompanied by a deafening roar and a soul fluctuation from the plane itself, like a cry of pain.
The Living Plane was equally unyielding, with gigantic magma mouths spewing flas that incinerated everything, and its eyes transford into masses of qi, stirring energy storms powerful enough to twist the void.
The offensive and defensive tactics of both sides were filled with changes and skillful calculations.
Jeming was able to see simulated data of various energy transmissions, rune links, and elental tides through the main control screen within the node.
But from the outside, it seed as if the two planes were rely hurling a large number of energy light cannons at each other, simple and rough, lacking in spectacle.
And Jeming’s task was even more mind-numbing.
As a gear in the massive war machine, a trivial component, all he had to do was follow orders from the Magic Network Terminal to precisely control his node.
Increase energy output, convert rune frequency, stabilize space fluctuations... repeated over and over.
It’s not that his task was useless, as the normal operation of each node was crucial to the attack and defense efficiency of the Ship Plane.
But he certainly didn’t feel involved.
More often than not, Jeming felt like a spectator sitting in a control room watching a grand movie.
"The tension is certainly there, after all, if the Ship Plane is defeated, we’ll die as well, this is a real plane war..." Jeming couldn’t help but lant inwardly.
This kind of life-and-death pressure instead brought him a peculiar thrill, preventing him from falling asleep in boredom.
However, even as the battle raged fiercely, and the external energy fluctuations almost tore the void apart,
Jeming found himself with enough idle ti to closely observe the situation on the field.
"That’s not right..."
Suddenly, Jeming felt a jolt in his heart as he spotted sothing amiss in the data flow!
Because the Ship Plane under Augustine’s control wasn’t falling behind in the face of the Living Ice and Fla Plane’s fury?!
This was sowhat beyond his expectations.
He acknowledged that the Ship Plane itself had been vastly modified by the wizards, with an internal structure that far surpassed a typical plane, from the core energy furnace to the outer armor.
Furthermore, the wizard handling the war bastion consisted of tens of thousands of elites.
Previously, the Ice and Fla Plane had been severely hit by Augustine’s "Earth Vein Core Strike," suffering heavy damage and unable to fully unleash its powers.
But it’s not that Jeming looked down on Master Augustine.
Although his strength as a Sixth Level Wizard was unfathomable,
from Jeming’s knowledge about "Living Planes," there was no reason why the wizards could maintain any advantage in this pure "mass" confrontation, even balance would be a huge challenge!
The strength of a wizard was undeniable.
With their profound understanding of various knowledge, they could fight transcending levels and defeat stronger creatures in the Endless Plane.
But the "Living Planes" were just the "exception!"
The Living Planes, with their inherent will, could not only crush wizards of the sa level easily but even counter-attack higher-level wizards.
The fundantal reason lay in the fact that the life ford by the plane itself had an "exaggerated mass."
According to the classification of life levels by wizards, a Living Plane, once born, would imdiately reach the level of a Sixth Level creature.
It’s just that, unlike wizards, who only grasp a few rules thoroughly even at the Sixth Level...
Even smaller Living Planes, at birth, could completely master millions of foundational rules!
In larger Living Planes like the Ice and Fla Plane, capable of nurturing special races like Magma Giants and Yetis, the number of rules completely mastered could easily surpass billions!
The dominance of wizards in the Endless Plane was mainly due to their powerful combat abilities.
And a wizard’s powerful combat ability stems from leveraging the "elental lever" through their knowledge, magnifying their power manifold.
At the level of a Sixth Level Wizard, apart from knowledge, they are also enhanced by complete rules, enabling them to unleash energy hundreds of thousands of tis its effect, and excellent wizards might even achieve millions of tis.
But a Living Plane, from its inception, boasts a rule system in the millions, even billions, or tens of billions!
Even if the depth of control over each rule doesn’t reach the extre "ticulous control" of a Sixth Level Wizard, the Living Plane wins with sheer quantity.
Any single wizard rule attack would be divided and weakened by its massive rule system.
This alone is enough for a Living Plane to suppress an ordinary Sixth Level Wizard in rule combat.
Moreover, the energy and matter embedded within the Living Plane are multiple tis that of a Sixth Level Wizard!
Even with the Ship Plane as support and complent, on paper, winning against a Living Plane using normal wizard ans seed nearly impossible.
But in reality, Master Augustine was now engaging the Living Plane in a back-and-forth fight, showing no signs of falling behind.
Each attack from the Ship Plane evoked angry roars from the Living Plane.
The Living Plane’s counterattacks were perfectly deflected by the Ship Plane’s formidable defensive barriers.
Jeming carefully scrutinized the data fed back from the Ship Plane and the discordant energy fluctuations from the Living Plane’s activities below, unable to help wondering:
"The Earth Vein Core attack... might have caused more damage than expected?"
He noticed that each counterattack from the Living Plane ca with a weak but genuine internal tremor.
Its core energy transmission seed to have a significant fracture.
The Living Plane, at this mont, was enduring imnse pain every mont!
Due to this pain, it couldn’t muster all its strength.
Therefore, much of the power that could have been unleashed was in a suppressed state.
"No... Pain?!"
Jeming was suddenly struck, recalling the previously sickly joyful expression and words of Viola.
Almost instinctively, he whipped his head around toward Viola, who was eagerly watching the light screen outside the porthole.
Viola’s face was filled with an extre, sick excitent, her lips curled into a wicked smile.
It seed she had anticipated Jeming discovering this truth, for as soon as he turned to look at her, the sly and bloodthirsty light in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
"Oh? You’ve found out?"
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