Just as he arrived at the edge of the Nolun Workshop defense line area, the Magic Network Terminal on Jeming's wrist gently vibrated.
Jeming glanced at it, and there was an emergency command message: [All outer reconnaissance personnel are to return to the fortress groups immediately and cease all external operations].
He paused for a moment, then continued forward.
Soon, the sight of the camp ahead appeared before him.
The outer defense line's landscape had changed completely since he left, with black smoke rising everywhere, showing unnatural distortion marks in the elemental fluctuations, and the air carried a scorching smell of burnt energy.
Even more shocking were the overlapping giant craters that appeared out of nowhere on the formerly smooth wasteland.
Each crater ranged in diameter from tens to hundreds of kilometers, with edges where the lava had yet to fully solidify, and a dark red light pulsed slowly at the bottom.
