The coordinate signal sent out by Jeming was like a lighthouse in the darkness, piercing through the turbulence of the unstable space portal, allowing the wizards still searching for a way out in the space turbulence to imdiately find their direction.
The circular Gate of Space behind him erupted like a volcano, spewing forth the war torrent of the Wizard Civilization!
Countless hideous Biochemical Giant Beasts roared as they charged out. Among them were Corrosive Beasts covered in Bone Armor, spitting acid; Hunters as swift as shadows, their sharp claws tearing through the air; and Siege Crabs so heavy as mountains, each step causing the ground to quake.
Closely following them was the cold legion of War Golems, their steel bodies gleaming with enchanted luster, eyes emitting scorching disintegration rays, marching in unison to form a steel defense line.
This wave ford by flesh and steel imdiately crossed the "island" ford by Jeming and the Black Giant, crashing hard against the Holy Expeditionary Army surging in like a swarm of locusts covering the sky and sun!
"Roar!!!"
"Kill!!!"
At the mont of collision, the fiercest at grinder was ford.
The roars, clashing of blades, energy explosions, sound of bones shattering, iron twisting...
Countless sounds converged here into a symphony of brutal war.
The claws of Biochemical Beasts tore open the scales of the Holy Mission, while the Bone Blades entwined with Wind Power from the Holy Mission easily severed the limbs of the Biochemical Beasts.
The rays from the War Golems evaporated groups of the Holy Expedition, but more of them, using agile bodies, climbed onto the golems, frenziedly chipping at joints and energy cores with bone blades.
Blood, shattered flesh, and broken tal parts poured down like a storm, instantly dyeing the majestic altar in terrifying shades of red and black.
The sun was completely obscured by the dense silhouettes, plunging the battlefield into a bizarre twilight.
Only the glow of witchcraft, the green light of Wind Power, and the firelight of explosions continually flickered, casting light on twisted, frenzied, or indifferent faces.
However, the situation didn’t reverse as swiftly as Jeming anticipated; instead, it got caught in a cruel stalemate.
There were primarily two reasons.
Firstly, the disparity in strength between the two sides was not significant.
The Wizard Legion dispatched this batch of vanguard cannon fodder, with an average strength roughly equivalent to elite warriors (Second Level) of the Holy Mission; individual Saint Spirit Level (Third Level creatures) ones were few.
While the vast Holy Expeditionary Army not only had terrifying numbers but the quantity of Saint Spirits among them also far exceeded expectations.
Occasionally, a wizard trying to cast large-scale witchcraft by passing through the Gate of Space could imdiately be entangled and pinned down by nurous desperate Saint Spirits, unable to exert themselves effectively.
Secondly, the "bandwidth" limitation of the passage.
A perfectly circular Gate of Space with just a diater of one kiloter was simply too narrow for a war of this scale.
Especially since the war creations of the wizards tended to be large, with Jeming’s thirty-ter-tall Black Giant considered "petite" among them, not to ntion so specialized gigantic units that could reach nearly a hundred ters long.
This severely limited the wizardry side’s efficiency of troop deploynt within a unit ti, resulting in the wizards being consistently outnumbered in the local battlefield.
Jeming stood on the shoulder of the Black Giant, with the "Great Light Appearance" behind him continually spewing destructive energy torrents.
Wherever it passed, the Holy Mission fell like wheat being reaped, and nothing could withstand it for a second.
But the sheer number of enemies was suffocatingly overwhelming.
Stepping over their compatriots’ corpses, they ca in waves as endless as an ocean, apparently aiming to drown him and the Gate of Space together with sheer flesh and blood.
Ordinary creatures would have collapsed facing such horrific slaughter, but evidently, this did not apply to the fanatical devotees driven by the inspiration from the Oracle.
"Tsk, what a hassle..." Jeming muttered to himself softly.
He accurately used a torrent converging tens of thousands of Energy Bullets to dismantle a wind pressure trap jointly set by over a dozen Saint Spirits attempting a side ambush.
Subsequently, countless Energy Bullets dispersed under Jeming’s control, blasting them to smithereens under desperate gazes from the opposite side.
He glanced nervously towards the sky, where the pressure from the four whirlwind-like wills continued mounting, feeling unbearable unease akin to impending divine punishnt.
Above the sky, the discourse among the four Holy Spirits had reached a crucial juncture.
"The seal of the Gate of Space is being interfered with! It’s the creatures on the other side maintaining the passage!" The God of Blade’s divine thought conveyed anger.
"We can’t wait any longer! These invaders are mysterious, they must be strangled at the doorstep!" The God of Storm also roared.
"Let’s act together and destroy that passage!" The God of Swift Blade decided resolutely.
The four terrifying wills coalesced entirely, causing the wind and clouds above the altar to change color.
Four attacks potent enough to tear mountains asunder and evaporate rivers began to gather, the destructive energy waves inducing instinctual terror and wails from the battling Biochemical Beasts below.
"It’s coming!" Jeming’s eyes narrowed intensely.
With a flick of his mind, the two Black Giants let out deep roars, their massive bodies crouching slightly, energy converging madly on their surfaces in anticipation of withstanding this imminent divine punishnt.
Just at this critical mont!
Three imnsely powerful presences suddenly surged from the Gate of Space, arriving late yet preceding the four apocalyptic attacks!
It was three Fourth Level Wizards!
Because the Nolun Workshop and two other forces hadn’t dispatched any Inspectors this ti, and without Dionysius Spencer directly taking action, they were the highest combat force of this Expeditionary Army!
The advancent of wizards becos increasingly difficult the higher they ascend. Even after more than thirty years of plundering, the Expeditionary Army has not birthed any new Fourth Level Wizards.
These three veteran powerhouses can be said to be the only advanced combat strength of the Expeditionary Army in the current phase.
Intense energy clashes erupted in mid-air, with dazzling light temporarily dispelling the darkness over the battlefield, the diffused energy shockwaves tossing nearby Holy Expeditionaries and Biochemical Beasts into the air.
The silhouettes of the four Holy Spirits finally beca distinct within the radiance, appearing as four gigantic Holy Mission forms enveloped in endless wind pressure and divine light.
Surprised and furious, they hadn’t anticipated the other side having such powerful beings.
At this point, Jeming finally discerned the level of these four Divine Spirits: Fifth Level Creatures.
Furthermore, each had progressed very far within the Fifth Level Creatures ranking.
Fortunately, the wizard race itself possessed substantial combat prowess, with Fourth Level Wizards capable of overcoming Fifth Level Creatures across levels.
Each of the three Fourth Level Wizards locked onto a distinct opponent, and in an instant, they were locked in battle.
The clash of witchcraft brilliance and Divine Power seed to threaten to shatter the sky.
Jeming keenly sensed that the three Fourth Level Wizards seed to be holding back sowhat; their attacks were precise and efficient, yet lacked the decisiveness for a killing blow, appearing more like probing and constraint.
"Are they worried about provoking a more troubleso existence..." Jeming instantly understood their concerns.
After all, no ti is available now to gather intelligence on this world; no one knows if there might be a higher-tier existence in this world beyond these four Divine Spirits.
And the one Holy Spirit left without a constraint turned its icy gaze towards Jeming and the Gate of Space below.
The wizards, who could spare their hands, exchanged glances, instantly confirming each other’s thoughts.
"Is Dionysius Spencer not ready yet? Then, for this remaining one, we’ll have to hold the line first." Jeming took a deep breath, "Such a hassle, I much prefer fighting downwards a level..."
The two Black Giants let out earth-shattering war cries, proactively facing the descending Holy Spirit!
Led by the two Black Giants, several Third Level Wizards also soared into the sky.
The ground was a flesh mill for the armies of millions, while the sky was a terrifying battlefield for the confrontation of strong ones.
And this Gate of Space, only one kiloter in diater, beca the frontline of the brutal collision between two worlds and two civilizations.
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