Chapter 319: The Power of Level-7 Wizards

On the ground battlefield, Jie Ming was tacitly encircled at the center by about ten thousand wizards, forming a mobile core of destruction.

He fully activated the Great Radiance Formation, unleashing optimized targeted witchcrafts onto the densest enemy concentrations; each flash cleared vast swathes of foes.

The surrounding wizards acted as loyal guards and sharp spear tips—wielding massive enchanted weapons glowing with magic, or piloting colossal constructs—fiercely charging to forcibly breach and shred approaching enemy lines.

In gaps between high-intensity fire output, Jie Ming couldn’t help dividing attention to observe the wizard legion’s group melee charge.

After all, wizards typically output remotely; such group charges were rare.

In lower airspace, those usually reclusive level-6 and level-5 wizards faced Giant Spirit Realm high-tier mechanical constructs or Mind Realm mental aggregates vastly outnumbering them—fearlessly rolling up sleeves!

They transformed into energy giants punching and kicking; controlled massive witch artifacts in close combat; some even unfurled fleshy wings, tearing enemies apart with scaled claws!

On the main lower battlefield, the situation was utterly one-sided.

The Giant Spirit Realm legions—proud of fusing multiple biological advantages and excelling in close-quarters—crumbled like paper before the seemingly “frail” wizards!

The physical strength, speed, defense, and bizarre melee techniques wizards displayed completely overturned Giant Spirit Realm natives’ perceptions.

In high-tier battles, wizard-transformed giant beasts swatted Giant Spirit Realm war beasts into scattering parts with one claw.

In low-tier fights, power-armored wizard warriors punched through enemy mechanical units’ thick armor with ease.

Mind Realm units specializing in mental shocks fared worse: their probing mental forces instantly detected and locked by perceptive wizards, then crushed by more violent, purer counter-mental force.

This left Mind Realm armies lightly mentally wounded and listless, or heavily with cores exploding into nothingness.

The only issue: clearing efficiency was indeed slower than previous sky-filling witchcraft barrages.

Pure physical means required fist-by-fist, shot-by-shot elimination.

Even occasional mega-mech energy cannons or beast-form beam breaths couldn’t match prior witchcraft seas in range and frequency.

Thus, wizards like Jie Ming maintaining efficient area strikes bore exceptionally heavy burdens.

Jie Ming focused fully, pushing Great Radiance Formation output to limits.

Rune seal artifacts in the array flickered at unprecedented rates; overloaded units occasionally burned out and shattered in blinding light.

He cared not: his internal space’s automated factories ran at full speed—damaged rune seals instantly recycled, new units rapidly fabricated and slotted in.

To further boost efficiency, he even deployed his natal treasure, the Five Aggregates Rainbow Mirror.

Leveraging its powerful computation to coordinate array rune seal firing sequences, elevating his output another tier.

Yet came terrifying energy drain.

Behind, the three core metal disks’ stored energy plummeted visibly.

Jie Ming divided focus like peak machinery: upon depletion, instantly retrieving a disk into internal space, connecting to the level-4 large elemental pool for emergency recharge while swapping in a full reserve disk.

He clearly felt his output hitting a bottleneck.

Not total energy insufficiency—his level-4 large elemental pool linked to the elemental plane held oceanic reserves.

The issue: output rate!

This pool meant for super-large war constructs nearly couldn’t keep up with Great Radiance Formation’s overload consumption!

“As expected, super-large wars ultimately boil down to basic resource reserves and energy output…” Jie Ming gained insight.

No matter how exquisite the witchcraft, it was efficient energy application; at certain scales, foundations set ceilings.

Especially in inter-civilization wars without high-tier intervention, it became attrition of quality.

High above, Dixon’s battle with Korg and Sylas had entered white-hot intensity.

Dixon’s dark-gold body ghosted through Korg’s metal torrents and Sylas’s reality-warping mental labyrinths with ease.

His attacks contrasted witchcraft: simple, direct, violent!

Fists deformed Korg’s high-strength alloy giant arms.

Palm winds rippled Sylas’s condensed mental entities, dimming their glow.

Korg had three resource-intensive spare war armors exploded in succession; Sylas’s mental core cracked throughout.

The two world lords, long beaten out of fighting spirit, thought only of escape!

Finally, seizing Dixon shattering another of Korg’s armors—old force spent, new unborn—they burned origins desperately, erupting unprecedented power!

Korg detonated surrounding metal shards into a destruction storm; Sylas unleashed soul-freezing mental shrieks, temporarily repelling Dixon and Oboros—who had just hammered the two golden apes underground.

The four (beasts) rapidly converged.

Seeing the gold-fur-shedding, bruised, wilted golden apes, Korg’s mental wave urgent: “Go! Activate emergency disengagement!”

The apes, long terrified but unable to break free, now seized the chance—activating civilization life-saving devices: hyperspace teleport runes etched in bones.

Yet expected spatial fluctuations never came.

The four stared at glowing but ineffective runes; awkward, fatal silence enveloped them.

“Why… why failed?!” One ape fearfully pounded its chest; runes remained dim.

Korg and Sylas instantly understood; bone-chilling cold froze their cores.

They whipped heads forward.

Dixon and Oboros approached step by step, fists clenched, faces baring unmasked predatory grins—like beasts eyeing prey.

“No——!”

Desperate resistance lasted briefly.

Before two level-7 wizards’ absolute power, origin-burning Korg and Sylas were ultimately severed from life by Dixon’s two hand-chops.

Massive bodies plummeted like string-cut puppets.

Oboros captured the core-self-destruct-attempting golden apes alive.

Binding them into dumplings with pitch-black chains, carrying them.

He looked to Dixon: “Good luck. These live samples should yield their civilization’s coordinates. A level-8 physical powerhouse civilization… perfect for new cannon fodder conversion.”

Dixon stored the two world lords’ corpses in space, nodding enviously.

His gaze then fell to the still-chaotic but defeat-evident battlefield below.

“Time to end it.”

He said calmly, voice clearly reaching every wizard’s magic network terminal.

The battling wizard legion retreated like tides—uniformly precise.

The Giant Spirit Realm and Mind Realm coalition had long seen the high-sky outcome.

Losing world lords’ command and support, despair spread like plague.

They spared no effort pursuing retreating wizards; the massive legions instantly disintegrated into total rout.

Dixon calmly regarded the endless fleeing enemies and vast Giant Spirit Realm lands behind.

He slowly raised his right hand, then… gently pressed down.

No earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling brilliance.

But as his palm fell, Jie Ming suddenly felt lightened—as if heavy shackles vanished!

He instinctively looked up…

The sight etched eternally in memory.

Ahead, the endless Giant Spirit Realm land… vanished!

Not collapsed, not sunk—but erased from the world’s canvas by an immense eraser!

Where mountains, plains, cities, routed troops should be: only absolute, profound void.

Directly visible through the massive “gap”: the chaotic void beyond—bizarre lights, surging energies!

Jie Ming’s mind blanked a moment before realizing the “lightening” source—this plane, surface area exceeding Jupiter’s, had half its mass and entity forcibly erased by Dixon’s casual strike!

Sudden mass loss caused instant gravitational shift!

Silence.

Deathly silence cloaked the remaining battlefield.

Whether coalition remnants luckily on the other side or poised wizards—all shocked speechless by this comprehension-defying might.

Jie Ming stared at the heaven-spanning void and the god-like indifferent figure within, one thought left:

“This is… level-7 wizard power? Leveraging knowledge to move laws—one thought reshaping planes, erasing worlds?”

War’s outcome, under this palm, held no suspense.