The clear research direction acted like a powerful catalyst injected into the entire wizard legion.
To obtain more Sickle-Skull samples—especially living specins at various developntal stages—the wizards’ advance beca unprecedentedly aggressive.
Elite squads continuously penetrated deep into the heart of Sickle-Skull territory, with clear objectives: intercept breeding farms, tamorphosis nests, and similar facilities.
However, Jie Ming’s research group was far from the only unit working at full speed.
In fact, the entire logistics and R&D system was operating at maximum capacity—each group simply had different responsibilities.
While Jie Ming’s team produced partial results, other groups completed their assigned research tasks one after another over ti.
For example, the “Crystallization Disintegration Ray”—a spell specifically targeting the elental composition of Sickle-Skull carapaces—was developed. It disrupted energy conduction within the carapace, rendering it brittle as porcelain.
The “Frequency Pollution Field,” designed around weaknesses in their pheromone communication, began deploynt on the front lines, effectively disrupting their command networks.
Strong-light blinding runes optimized for their compound-eye vision, ecological blocking agents exploiting the larvae’s dependence on specific fungal mats… Targeted technologies sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain.
With these combat-oriented tools in hand, the wizards’ advance accelerated once again.
Along with it ca an ever-growing flood of intelligence.
Battlefield situation and terrain scans, models and data for new witchcraft variants, and continuous streams of macroscopic information about the plane’s energy flows, geological structures, and anomalous law fluctuations.
It could be said that the number of recording crystals stored in Jie Ming’s Inner Cave Heaven increased at a visibly rapid pace every single day.
The crushing superiority of technology began to show its effects.
The Sickle-Skull defensive lines crumbled step by step.
Joint casting arrays that had once troubled the wizards failed repeatedly under targeted interference. Elusive earth-vein teleporting Imperial Guard Insects had their energy nodes marked and destroyed in advance.
Even the few large-scale counterattacks they attempted beca disorganized charges due to disrupted communications, turning into mountains of corpses and seas of blood under the wizards’ prepared crossfire.
Less than two months after the war began, more than half of the Sickle-Skull-controlled territory had been lost. The civilization as a whole showed clear signs of collapse.
On the battlefield, rare scenes even began to appear: small groups of Sickle-Skull abandoning equipnt and fleeing, certain breeding farms deliberately left behind, filled with untransferred larvae and resources.
The scales of victory seed to have tilted decisively.
That day, Jie Ming had just finished storing the latest research results—a partial decryption report on the “pheromone encoding patterns” of high-tier Sickle-Skull individuals—onto the corresponding shelf in his Cave Heaven.
He straightened up and rubbed his slightly swollen temples from long hours of processing information.
At that mont.
An indescribable sensation seized him.
It was not sound, not vibration, but a far more fundantal “change”—as though the underlying hue of the entire world had been gently plucked.
The strings of the plane’s laws were strumd by an invisible hand, producing a hum that ordinary people could not hear, yet caused transcendent souls to tremble.
“This is…” Jie Ming’s pupils contracted sharply.
Before he could react, a strange pulling sensation surged from all directions.
Matter, space, consciousness… everything was forcibly dragged backward, reversing.
A new round of ti loop had begun.
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The mont he crossed through the spatial rift, Jie Ming felt a sudden, violent dizziness—as if soone had struck the back of his head with a blunt instrunt.
But he imdiately steadied himself—the nascent soul of the Spirit Transformation realm combined with a fourth-ring wizard’s ntal power was no decoration. Clarity returned almost instantly.
“Captain?” A voice ca from behind, full of concern.
“I’m fine.” Jie Ming replied out of habit, then suddenly froze.
Because this scene felt intensely familiar, as though he had seen it sowhere before.
He subconsciously raised his head to observe the surroundings. Having passed through the pitch-black spatial rift, their force of two thousand appeared high in the sky behind the battlefield.
Wait… two thousand?!
As the first battalion, his team was supposed to number only one thousand!
Jie Ming’s pupils contracted sharply as he recalled Starforger Altreus’s arrangent: thirty thousand wizards divided into thirty battalions, with one new battalion committed every three completed loops.
Therefore, the appearance of these two thousand “reinforcents” could only an one thing…
This was already the fourth loop.
At that mont, the rear guard units of the wizard army had already turned their attention toward them.
“Reinforcents?” A sixth-ring wizard flew out from the formation, his voice thick with caution. “At this point in ti?”
Suppressing the powerful sense of déjà vu surging in his heart, Jie Ming pulled out his terminal.
A beam of light projected upward. The command docunt bearing Altreus’s signature and the blazing imprint of an eighth-tier wizard’s ntal power appeared in the air, instantly dispelling all suspicion.
“Verification confird.” The sixth-ring wizard saluted and stepped back.
In the brief interval while waiting for the army commander Frost to arrive, Jie Ming—now fully aware that he had already experienced multiple loops—instinctively checked his own condition.
Everything else was fine, but when his ntal power sank into the Inner Cave Heaven, he saw three tal plaques lying quietly on the ground: 1, 2, 3.
Behind the plaques lay mountains of recording crystals.
The most recent batch still carried lingering traces of warm residual energy—the research data sealed at the very last mont of the previous loop.
His gaze swept over the handwritten reminders he himself had left, then settled on a recording crystal specially marked beneath the tal plaques.
The next instant, the events of the previous loop flooded his consciousness like a tidal wave.
By the ti the figure in the silver-gray law robe—Lord Frost—flew in from the direction of the command platform, Jie Ming had already regained complete clarity.
He stepped forward. Before the other could speak, under the slightly puzzled gazes of the surrounding wizards, he spoke first in a firm, decisive tone:
“Lord Frost, I have important intelligence to report!”
Frost’s gaze, sharp as a hawk’s, fixed on Jie Ming’s face and lingered for a brief mont.
Without unnecessary questions or doubt, this seventh-tier commander turned cleanly on his heel. “In that case… follow . Everyone else, proceed to your assigned positions according to command network instructions.”
On the way to the command center, Jie Ming had already fully integrated all the information from that special recording crystal into his soul.
When the two of them stepped into the heavily shielded command headquarters, Jie Ming t the scrutinizing gaze of the commander and, without further preamble, produced a recording crystal:
“Lord, this is the information your previous-loop self left for you!”
Hearing these words and looking at the crystal Jie Ming extended, Frost’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Interesting…”
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