Translator: AnubisTL
On the ground battlefield, Jieming was surrounded by approximately ten thousand wizards, forming a mobile core of annihilation.
He was fully activating the [Great Light Phase] array, unleashing optimized, targeted spells onto the enemy's most densely packed areas. Each flash cleared vast swathes of foes.
The surrounding wizards acted as both the most loyal guardians and the sharpest spearheads. They wielded massive weapons shimmering with enchantment or drove colossal constructs, charging fiercely to forcibly break and tear apart the enemy lines attempting to close in.
In the brief intervals between maintaining high-intensity firepower output, Jieming couldn't help but distract himself by observing the wizard legion's group melee charge.
After all, wizards were primarily long-range attackers; such a group charge was a rare sight.
In the lower airspace, those sixth- and fifth-tier wizards who usually lived in seclusion now faced high-tier mechanical constructs from the Giant Spirit Realm or spiritual aggregates from the Mental Realm—creatures that far outnumbered them. Yet, without a hint of fear, they... rolled up their sleeves!
Some transformed into energy giants, raining down punches and kicks; others wielded massive spell artifacts in brutal close-quarters combat. Some even unfurled leathery wings, tearing their enemies apart with scale-covered talons!
On the main battlefield below, the situation was even more one-sided.
The Giant Spirit Realm Legion, which had always prided itself on its fusion of diverse biological advantages and mastery of melee combat, collapsed like paper before the seemingly "frail" wizards!
The physical strength, speed, defense, and bizarre melee techniques the wizards displayed completely shattered the Giant Spirit Realm's understanding of combat.
In the high-tier battles, the high-tier giant beasts the wizards had become could send Giant Spirit Realm war giant beasts flying in a shower of parts with a single swipe of their claws.
In the low-tier battles, wizard warriors in power armor easily punched through the thick plating of enemy mechanical units with their metal fists.
Even worse off were the Mental Realm units specializing in psychic attacks. The moment their mental power reached out, it was instantly detected and locked onto by the wizards' keen senses, then crushed by a far more violent and pure surge of mental power.
As a result, the mental realm's army suffered either spirit trauma and debilitating weakness at best, or the direct explosion of their cores at worst, dissolving into void-like specks of light.
The only problem was that the efficiency of clearing enemies was indeed much slower than before, when spells had covered the sky like a sea of goose feathers.
After all, relying purely on physical means meant having to eliminate enemies one punch, one kick, one spear, and one cannon at a time.
Even when the occasional wizard-controlled giant mecha fired an energy cannon or a giant beast spat a beam of light, its range and frequency could not compare to the previous sea of spells.
Therefore, the burden on wizards like Jieming, who could still maintain highly efficient area-of-effect attacks, became exceptionally heavy.
Jieming had to concentrate with all his might, pushing the output power of the [Great Light Phase] to its limit.
The rune-imbued magical artifacts in the array flashed with unprecedented frequency, and overloaded units even burned out and shattered in the blinding light from time to time.
But he didn't care. The automated factory in his internal space ran at full speed, instantly recovering damaged rune-imbued magical artifacts and quickly manufacturing new units to fill the gaps.
To further increase output efficiency, he even activated his lifebound magical treasure, the Five Aggregates Rainbow Transformation Mirror.
Relying on the Five Aggregates Rainbow Transformation Mirror's immense computational power, Jieming coordinated the launch sequence of the rune-imbued magical artifacts in the array, boosting his output efficiency to a whole new level.
However, this came with a terrifying cost in energy consumption.
Behind him, the three metal disks serving as the core energy source were draining at a visible rate.
Jieming had to divert a portion of his mind, operating like a high-efficiency machine. The moment a disk ran dry, he would instantly pull it into his internal space, connect it to the fourth-tier large elemental pool for emergency recharging, and replace it with a fully charged one from his reserve.
He could clearly feel his output hitting a bottleneck.
It wasn't a lack of total energy—the fourth-tier large elemental pool within him was connected to the elemental plane, granting him a virtually limitless energy reserve.
The problem was the output power!
This elemental pool, designed to power massive war constructs, was struggling to keep up with the terrifying energy consumption of the [Great Light Phase] operating at overload!
"As expected, when a large-scale war reaches its final stage, it boils down to the most fundamental resource reserves and energy output..." Jieming realized.
No matter how sophisticated a spell might be, its essence was ultimately the efficient application of energy. When consumption reached a certain level, the foundation determined the upper limit.
Especially in a war between civilizations like this, if high-end combat power didn't intervene, it would ultimately become a war of attrition.
High in the sky, Dixon's battle against Kog and Hilla had already reached a fever pitch.
Dixon's dark-golden body moved like a ghost, weaving effortlessly through the torrent of metal Kog unleashed and the spirit labyrinth Hilla had woven to distort reality.
His attacks and spells were the complete opposite: simple, direct, and brutal!
Wherever his fist struck, Kog's giant arm, forged from high-strength alloy, was twisted and deformed.
Wherever the wind from his palm passed, the spirit entity Hilla had condensed was shaken into ripples, its light dimming.
Kog had already had three of his resource-intensive spare battle armors destroyed in succession, and Hilla's spirit core was covered in cracks.
The two Lords of the World had been so utterly suppressed by Dixon that their battle intent had long since vanished. Only one thought remained in their minds—escape!
Finally, they seized the moment Dixon's fist shattered another of Kog's battle armors. In that instant, as the old force faded and the new had yet to arise, they burned their very origin without restraint, erupting with unprecedented power!
Kog detonated all the metal fragments around him, creating a storm of destruction, while Hilla unleashed a spiritual shriek capable of freezing the soul, momentarily repelling Dixon and Obolos, who had just hammered the two golden baboon into the ground.
The four (beasts) quickly converged.
Glancing at the two golden baboon—their golden fur torn out, faces bruised and swollen, their auras withered—Kog's spiritual fluctuations surged. "Go! Activate the emergency extraction immediately!"
The two golden baboon had long been terrified, but they had been unable to escape the battle until now.
With the opportunity finally at hand, they immediately activated their civilization's life-saving device—a hyperspace teleportation rune etched into their bones.
However, the expected spatial fluctuation did not occur.
The four stared at the glowing but inactive teleportation rune as an awkward and fatal silence descended upon them.
"Why... why did it fail?!" one golden baboon beat its chest in terror, but the rune remained dim.
Kog and Hilla understood instantly, a bone-chilling cold freezing their cores.
They snapped their heads up to look forward.
Dixon and Obolos already had their fists clenched, feral grins plastered on their faces. Like beasts closing in on their prey, they advanced step by step.
"No—!"
Their desperate resistance didn't last long.
Against the absolute power of the two seventh-tier wizards, Kog and Hilla—burning their own lives in a final, futile struggle—were ultimately cut down by Dixon's two-handed-blade strikes.
Their massive bodies fell like puppets with severed strings.
Obolos, utilizing the eerie nature of his own Laws, successfully captured the two golden baboon as they attempted to self-detonate their cores.
He bound them like zongzi with pitch-black chains, dangling them in his hand.
He looked at Dixon. "Lucky break. With these two live specimens, we should be able to analyze the coordinates of the civilization behind them. An eighth-tier civilization specializing in physical might... perfect for conversion into new cannon fodder units."
Dixon stowed the corpses of the two Lords of the World into his space, nodding with a hint of envy.
Then, he turned his gaze down at the battlefield below, which was still chaotic but already showing signs of defeat.
"Time to end this."
He spoke calmly, yet his voice echoed clearly through every wizard's magic net terminal.
The wizard legion, locked in fierce combat, immediately retreated like a receding tide, their movements perfectly synchronized.
The allied forces of the Giant Spirit Realm and the Mental Realm had already witnessed the outcome of the battle in the skies.
Without the leadership and support of their Lords of the World, despair spread through their ranks like a plague.
They had no time to pursue the retreating wizards. The massive army instantly disintegrated, descending into complete and utter rout.
Dixon gazed calmly at the endless sea of fleeing enemy troops below, and the vast expanse of the Giant Spirit Realm stretching behind them.
He slowly raised his right hand, and then... gently pressed down.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling flash of light.
But the moment Dixon's palm swept down, Jieming felt his body suddenly lighten, as if some heavy burden had vanished!
He instinctively looked up...
The sight that met his eyes was one he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Ahead, the endless lands of the Giant Spirit Realm... had disappeared!
Not collapsed, not sunken, but erased from the world's canvas as if by an impossibly large eraser!
Where mountains, plains, cities, and routed armies should have been, there now remained only a vast, absolute, and profound void.
Through this colossal "gap," one could see directly into the chaotic void beyond the plane—a realm of grotesque colors and surging energy.
Jieming's mind went blank for a moment before he suddenly realized the source of that feeling of "lightness" he'd just experienced. This massive plane, with a surface area larger than Jupiter, had half of its substance and mass utterly erased by Dixon's seemingly effortless strike.
The sudden loss of mass had instantly altered the entire plane's gravity.
Silence.
A deathly silence fell over the remaining battlefield.
Whether it was the allied forces lucky enough to survive on the other side or the wizards standing ready for battle, everyone was struck dumb by this power that defied all comprehension.
Gazing at the void that spanned heaven and earth, and at the deity-like, indifferent figure within it, Jieming could only think one thing:
Is this... the power of a seventh-tier wizard? To leverage knowledge to manipulate the laws of reality, reshaping planes and erasing worlds in a single thought?
The outcome of the war, decided by a single palm strike, was no longer in question.
(End of the Chapter)
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