Following Jack and Levin Mills, they flew through this gravity-defying world, where clouds ford the ground, for a stretch of distance.
Jeming quickly spotted a dozen figures floating suspended in midair up ahead.
He recognized them at once as the other mbers of Jack’s team, whom he had seen before at Boundary Point Plaza.
However, at this mont, they were all silently floating at intervals, maintaining their positions.
So had their eyes closed, seemingly engaged in so kind of remote control.
Others, although their eyes were open, appeared vacant, clearly focusing their main attention elsewhere.
After a long while, one rather portly wizard slowly opened his eyes.
His small eyes were filled with an obvious, undisguisable disappointnt.
He sighed heavily, then noticed Jack standing beside him, along with Jeming and the other newly arrived wizards behind them.
"Jack, you’re back," the portly wizard greeted Jack listlessly.
Then he glanced at the number of wizards standing behind Jack, displaying a similarly obvious look of disappointnt on his face:
"Why are there so few people?"
"Given the current situation, it’s already good to find people willing to cooperate..." Jack spread his hands helplessly.
"...True," the portly wizard thought about the situation outside and didn’t say more.
After chatting with the portly wizard, Jack turned to the new wizards behind him and said solemnly, "Let’s get to work."
The portly wizard remained silent and nodded quietly.
Suddenly, the skin exposed on his body began to writhe intensely like rippling water!
Then, a small mass of flesh, about the size of a bean, detached itself voluntarily from his large body, like clay being kneaded out.
Before everyone’s astonished eyes, this mass of writhing flesh quickly transford, stretching into a grotesque creature resembling an enlarged "mosquito."
In just a blink of an eye, the portly wizard had created a massive swarm of "mosquitoes" overwhelming his vicinity!
After separating so much flesh, his already portly body appeared noticeably smaller.
Under the portly wizard’s control, these buzzing "mosquitoes" quickly divided into twelve groups of varying sizes, flying in front of the wizards.
When Jack recruited them, he had already explained the task’s specific process, so the others didn’t ask much.
Each of them activated their spiritual power to form soul contracts with the "mosquitoes" hovering in front of them.
The swarm of "mosquitoes" in front of Jeming was the largest, outnumbering those in front of the other eleven first-level wizards combined.
He had no choice but to muster his patience, using his spiritual power, which far exceeded his peers’, to weave a network, letting his spiritual tentacles imrse themselves one by one.
These reconnaissance-type biochemical modified beasts differed from ordinary cannon-fodder units used in battle.
Ordinary cannon-fodder units only required a basic contract for remote control.
But these precise reconnaissance-type biochemical beasts needed deeper soul contracts to transmit scouted images and information accurately and tily.
While these contracts can be terminated anyti after the mission, if luck is unfavorable and those bonded creatures are killed before termination,
the resulting soul shock from their death would impact the wizard’s spiritual power.
If many die at once, it might even cause permanent damage to the wizard’s soul.
With such fatal flaws, unless they are specialized "reconnaissance-type" wizards with resilient souls,
most ordinary wizards would generally prefer safer, more convenient "scouting witchcraft."
But this thod’s advantage is evident: it significantly expands the wizard’s reconnaissance range, providing more precise information and intel.
Seeing everyone had completed the mosquito swarm contracts, Levin Mills nodded: "We’ve already searched this nearby area. Next, we need to proceed for another round of scouting."
The wizards nodded silently.
Experienced Jack stepped forward, leaving a small tal sphere shimring with micro-light at the spot, as a reference for their return.
Other hired wizards, seeing this, also used their own thods to leave their coordinates at the spot.
Jeming raised his hand, flicking a barely visible "micro-light" that silently shot out, instantly vanishing into the clouds beneath his feet.
Feeling the stable link established between this "Eye of the Micro-Light" and the Five Elents Rainbow Transformation Mirror, Jeming nodded in satisfaction.
Then, observing Levin Mills and others already starting to move, he looked slightly puzzled: "Is it starting already?"
He frowned slightly, but said nothing more, following in the footsteps of Levin Mills.
Under Levin Mills’ arrangent, Jack’s team and the newly arrived wizards like Jeming began to gradually spread out.
Depending on the number of "mosquitoes" each had under contract, they spread out over a safe distance ranging from tens to hundreds of kiloters. As they ford a large fan-shaped group advancing forward, they spread the "mosquitoes" they had contracted like dandelion seeds.
Each of them ticulously conducted a dragnet-style search in the conical area in front of them.
The search process was actually quite dull.
The scenery here was monotonously unchanging to an alarming degree.
Occasionally, they would encounter so bizarre creatures that spontaneously erged in this area.
The attacks launched by these creatures instead beca toys to relieve boredom during their search.
As Jeming flew forward, he suddenly spotted, through the shared vision provided by one of the "mosquitoes" flying at the front, a group of creatures rushing straight toward them at extraordinary speed from a great distance!
The speed of these creatures was astonishing.
From the sonic boom clouds trailing them, it was evident they had easily surpassed the speed of sound!
Because they were so fast, Jeming could barely discern their exact forms through the mosquitoes.
He could only vaguely make out that every inch of their bodies was extrely aerodynamic, like living white missiles flying at high speed through the air!
Two minutes later, as these creatures entered his regular scouting range, Jeming’s extraordinary vision allowed him to see their specific forms clearly.
Based on his scouting range and the speed at which they were approaching, Jeming was shocked to find their average speed had effortlessly exceeded three tis the speed of sound!
Fortunately, at the mont he discovered them, Jeming had already activated the "Acceleration" Talisman Witchcraft Artifact.
With "Acceleration" vastly enhancing his nerve reaction speed, he could finally manage to see the forms of his opponents clearly.
Staring at the rapidly approaching group of creatures, which showed no signs of slowing down, there was no doubt it wouldn’t end well if he let them collide with him.
He extended his finger, aiming into the air at the creatures hurtling toward him at high speed.
Jeming cautiously launched a fireball that had been compressed several tis.
As the fireball left Jeming’s fingertip, it rapidly expanded in the wind.
The fireball, originally the size of a fist, had swelled to a diater of over a hundred ters after flying a few hundred ters away, burning with red flas like a "small sun"!
It tore through the sky faster than those creatures, leaving a long crimson trail behind.
Finally, at the mont of impending contact, it exploded violently!
BOOM!!!
A terrifying force erupted!
In mid-air at the point of impact, a massive, tumbling fireball with a diater of over a kiloter ford!
Limitless light and heat were unleashed in this instant!
The surrounding clouds were even instantly vaporized, creating a temporary "vacuum" zone!
This was the true destructive power of a normal Second Level Wizard.
The force was enough to easily obliterate a village or town from Jeming’s past world.
And it wasn’t just the annihilation of creatures, but a true destruction—reducing everything, land and buildings included, to flatness!
Suddenly attacked head-on with such ferocity, these high-speed flying creatures suffered heavy casualties.
However, a few at the forefront, serving as leaders and already at the peak of Second Level, managed to endure the blast’s aftermath thanks to their sturdy shells and formidable life energy, retaining mobility.
Watching them adjust their posture slightly before once again charging toward him at even greater speed, Jeming couldn’t help but frown.
"This is really quite troubleso. Without using ’Material Manipulation Class’ witchcraft and ’Force Field Class’ witchcraft, capturing them alive without killing them is not easy."
After so thought, Jeming glanced at the Talisman Witchcraft Artifact on his wrist, deciding not to use it.
Instead, he raised his finger again, beginning to gather elental power at his fingertip.
They fought for a while longer.
In the end, Jeming managed to incapacitate the "living missile"-like creatures by controlling the destructive power of his witchcraft, rendering them immobile and capturing them successfully.
anwhile, Jeming keenly sensed fierce energy fluctuations coming from afar.
It seed that other wizards had also encountered enemy attacks, just like him.
"However, since no one has called for help in the team channel, there’s probably no need to worry for now."
With that thought, Jeming didn’t linger any longer, continuing to delve further ahead in his exploration.
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