Translator: AnubisTL
As the wizards in the plaza were still searching for their familiar parties, a figure descended slowly from the black earth above, which resembled an upside-down continent.
Jieming froze at the sight.
Something's wrong!
According to the standard rules of the junction point, whenever a wizard issued an expedition request, the three permanent factions—the Noren Workshop, the Tower of Annihilation, and the Chaos Secret Sect—would each send a powerful supervisor to accompany the ship.
These three wizards served both as combat and research support for the expeditionary force and as overseers of the entire voyage.
After all, without supervision, these profit-driven wizards might run rampant in the chaotic void.
What if the wizards who issued the request, driven by personal gain, recklessly damaged the ship plane?
Though these were abandoned planes, after being modified by the three major factions, they still held considerable strategic value.
Wizards, under the right circumstances, would absolutely use others' possessions as the "price" for achieving their own goals, all without the slightest psychological burden.
Therefore, the presence of a "supervisor" was essential.
Under normal circumstances, to avoid seizing control from the mission's client, the three major factions would each dispatch at least one fifth-tier wizard to serve as supervisors.
But now, only a single figure descended...
Unless...
Jieming's pupils constricted sharply!
His expression shifted as a possibility flashed through his mind.
At the same moment, the many experienced wizards in the plaza also noticed the anomaly.
As they speculated about the implications, a terrifying pressure, as if capable of freezing souls, descended from the heavens like an invisible tidal wave, instantly engulfing the entire plaza!
He—or rather, It—radiated an unfathomable, abyss-like aura of power!
This sudden pressure sent shivers down the spines of all the wizards present. They fell silent, their gazes drawn upward.
As the figure in the sky drew closer, the oppressive pressure emanating from it intensified.
Soon, it surpassed a limit comprehensible to all the wizards present!
The once-noisy plaza fell into complete silence under this overwhelming pressure.
Every wizard's expression involuntarily shifted to one of reverence.
All eyes were fixed on the terrifying entity about to descend, their faces conveying an almost deferential anticipation of its arrival.
The aura radiating from the figure resembled the most violent blizzard in the polar regions.
Not only did it make it difficult to maintain one's footing under the crushing pressure, but it also sent a bone-chilling cold deep into the soul!
Observing his own trembling, physiologically uncontrollable hands under the entity's pressure, Jieming's earlier suspicion was confirmed:
The leading wizard of this expedition was a seventh-tier archwizard!
No wonder there were no supervisors from the three major factions on this expedition!
With a seventh-tier wizard's vast wealth—enough to purchase multiple planes—and their unrivaled absolute power, there was indeed no need for cumbersome oversight procedures.
Jieming unconsciously licked his lips, which had become dry without him realizing it. He strained to lift his head, gazing at the rapidly approaching figure.
The figure's body appeared to be the same size as a normal wizard.
Yet, in Jieming's perception, he seemed to glimpse an indescribably vast, pitch-black shadow standing silently behind the figure.
The shadow seemed to be a body integration of the purest laws of chaos and ice.
It exuded the terrifying pressure unique to higher life forms, like an immeasurable yin shadow cast down from a higher dimension, completely eclipsing even the artificial sun's light at the junction point!
As the figure drew closer, some weaker first-tier wizards turned purple, gasping for breath, on the verge of suffocation under the oppressive pressure.
Many wizards' faces flushed unnaturally, and their internal energy began to show signs of destabilization.
Jieming stared fixedly at the illusory yet palpable black giant shadow, feeling as if an invisible hand had seized his heart in a crushing grip.
His body betrayed him, convulsing violently.
As Jieming surveyed the oppressive atmosphere of the plaza, where even the air seemed frozen solid, he couldn't help but marvel inwardly:
This... this is the true pressure of a seventh-tier wizard?!
He had once witnessed a seventh-tier wizard in action from afar on the Elosia Plane.
The spectacle had been magnificent, with the wizard altering the very fabric of the sky with a mere gesture.
But due to the distance and the wizards' deliberate suppression of their aura, the experience had lacked any real sense of presence.
This unknown seventh-tier wizard before him might not possess the raw power of the deans of the Noren Workshop.
Yet as the leader of this expedition, he made no attempt to conceal the crushing pressure of his aura, creating an oppressive atmosphere that far surpassed anything Jieming had experienced on the Elosia Plane.
Under the intense gaze of the crowd, the frost-shrouded seventh-tier wizard finally descended into the plaza.
His ice-blue eyes swept across the assembled masses, and with an impassive expression, he gave a symbolic nod to the crowd below.
Immediately, the wizard introduced himself in a terse, icy tone devoid of emotion:
"I am Dionysius Spencer."
Dionysius Spencer then issued his command, his voice like a winter decree echoing in every wizard's mind: "All personnel, immediately enter the ship plane. Depart at once!"
As he spoke, the palpable, overwhelming pressure that had blanketed the entire plaza vanished like a receding tide.
The wizards, who had been struggling to breathe under the oppressive weight, finally felt alive again.
Jieming had thought he was accustomed to the wizards' extreme efficiency and their practice of forgoing morale-boosting pre-battle speeches.
But the sheer brevity of Dionysius Spencer's actions still exceeded his expectations.
Now was not the time for such musings, however.
Following Dionysius Spencer's command, Jieming joined the other wizards—who had suppressed their initial shock and were now brimming with excitement—as they surged skyward, flying toward the vast black earth looming above.
The dense swarm of wizards, resembling a swarm of locusts, efficiently boarded the colossal ship plane.
Rumble...
As the last figure descended, the war machine, silent for ages, emitted a deep, rumbling groan.
Its colossal form slowly "ascended," vanishing into the thick cloud sea at the junction point.
The seventh-tier wizard's control over the plane was astonishing. Almost instantly, the ship plane detached from its stable mooring at the junction point and began navigating the endless chaotic void.
Having learned from his previous experience, Jieming immediately summoned the five massive Black Giants from his internal space upon reaching the black earth.
Around him, the wizards prepared for battle.
Bioweapons of grotesque shapes, elemental puppets with varying forms, and alien servant armies were summoned en masse.
In an instant, the black earth became a chaotic dance of demons and devils.
Minutes later, just as all the wizards were ready, a deafening roar tore through the sky as an invisible force violently ripped open a spatial rift that stretched nearly across the entire horizon.
Beyond the rift, a world shrouded in dense white mist materialized before the wizards' eyes.
The new battlefield had arrived!
(End of the Chapter)
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