Chapter 574: Chapter 491: Striking Again
A few days later.
Jeming stood on the launch platform of Fortress No. 7’s top floor, checking his equipment to ensure he was ready.
On the distant horizon, familiar dark red and gray-white tides emerged once more.
The harassment units of the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Annihilation were coming "on schedule" again.
This mixed legion of about thirty thousand troops stopped about two hundred kilometers from the frontline, where the leading wizards began to mobilize elements and command the cannon fodder units, preparing to release a round of long-range witchcraft before withdrawing as usual.
But this time, things were different.
Just at the moment when their spiritual power fluctuation reached its most unstable...
Buzz!
The entire wasteland’s space rippled violently, like the surface of a lake into which a massive stone had been thrown!
Tens of thousands of figures "floated" out of what was once empty air!
They had long been lying in ambush here, blending with the environment through a large-scale group concealment barrier, and now they lifted their disguises, revealing their fangs!
The army Nolun Workshop had prepared for a counterattack, appeared!
The battle erupted in an instant!
The roaring of energy collisions, the shrieks of shields being torn, the roar of cannon fodder units charging—all sounds converged into a symphony of destruction, sweeping across hundreds of kilometers in an instant!
Jeming stood at the edge of the platform, looking down at the battlefield that had suddenly turned into a meat grinder, his eyes calm.
"It’s begun."
Beside him came Viola’s voice.
She was already in a form-fitting dark purple combat outfit, with a row of slender potion bottles hanging from her waist and a pitch-black magic staff with a crystal embedded at its tip in her hand.
"Be careful." Jeming turned his head.
"I’m quite strong myself." Viola’s lips curved into a smile, "You should be the one to watch out."
After a brief farewell, Viola turned and walked to the other side, where nine wizards awaited—the "Blood Crow" hunting squad she belonged to.
The team members’ auras were fierce, with subtle energy resonance among them, showing they had honed their synergy in advance.
Jeming returned his gaze, forming seals with his hands over his chest.
Void Step activated.
His figure faded away like ink in water, merging completely with the environment, his aura disappearing without a trace.
He silently leaped off the platform, traversing the chaotic edge of the battlefield like a ghost without a physical form, heading toward the vast wasteland beyond the frontline.
In fact, Jeming wasn’t the only one.
Looking around, under the cover of the exploding battlefield, figures either hidden or swift were dispersing from various directions of the frontline.
As for whether these wizards departing the camp were genuine scouts or decoys to attract enemy fire, no one could tell.
But clearly, the Alliance Army had anticipated this.
Many figures, just as they left the outermost range of the frontline’s attacks and hadn’t flown far, encountered interceptions.
Thus, amidst the backdrop of the roaring main battlefield, scattered bursts of combat fluctuations began to erupt across the wide outer region of the frontline.
Each fluctuation represented a small-scale but potentially perilous life-and-death struggle.
Jeming maintained his concealment with Void Step, swiftly flying outward.
As he moved, he continuously unleashed "Space Stabilization."
This was a lingering effect from the past assassination attempt by the crystal wizard.
On the other hand, a glance showed that almost all Nolun Workshop wizards, and even those from the Alliance Army, were doing similar things: either casting Spatial Imprisonment to prevent the enemy from instant teleportation or setting up a stable space field to interfere with possible pursuit.
For a moment, the space within tens of thousands of kilometers was filled with various conflicting, overlapping, and interfering spatial magic.
For ordinary wizards to perform precise Space Jumps in this area, the difficulty would be despairingly high.
Just as Jeming flew about eight hundred kilometers, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly emerged from his front right.
Four figures were rapidly closing in on him—strictly speaking, three figures were desperately fleeing, while one was in hot pursuit.
The fleeing three wore the signature deep red robes of the Chaos Secret Sect, with visible scars on their bodies, occasionally looking back to cast interception witchcraft as they fled.
The pursuer, clad in a gray robe of Nolun Workshop, wielded a longsword burning with blue flames, its blade leaving lingering spatial cracks with each swing.
"Three Chaos Secret Sect wizards being chased by one person?" Jeming’s eyes slightly moved.
He slowed his pace, hiding to observe.
Both sides continued to flee and fight, while the chasing Nolun Workshop wizard clearly had overwhelming strength.
His sword light was exquisitely fierce, always predicting the escape route of the opponents and sealing it off in advance, with extremely precise energy control; each attack forced the three to join forces in defense, greatly reducing their escape speed.
Yet as an outsider, Jeming could see more clearly.
The three Chaos Secret Sect wizards, though appearing haggard, did not flee chaotically but subtly directed toward a specific target.
Moreover, the interception witchcraft they released seemed more about delaying time than truly fending off the pursuer.
"There’s a trap ahead." Jeming instantly judged.
Be it ambushed allies or a pre-laid killing array, if those three made it to their target, the chasing Nolun Workshop wizard could fall into a trap.
In a flash of thought, Jeming made his decision.
He quietly changed direction, moving to the side-front of the fleeing three wizards, his hands suddenly holding over a dozen floating Talisman Witchcraft artifacts.
Jeming didn’t intend to use Fire Extinction Divine Light, as its attack would cause too much commotion, making it easy for them to dodge ahead.
So he chose a more "conventional" approach, opting after a long while to use Talisman Witchcraft.
Buzz...
Before Jeming, a dozen Talisman Witchcraft artifacts glowed with a faint light.
Then...
Whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz!!!
Tens of thousands of Energy Light Bullets poured out from the void in front of Jeming like a breaking cosmic flood!
Each light bullet was only fist-sized but contained highly compressed elemental energy.
Their flight paths intertwined into a three-dimensional firepower net covering several kilometers, precisely blocking all the forward routes of the three Chaos Secret Sect wizards!
"What?!"
"An ambush!"
"Disperse! Run in separate directions!"
The leading Chaos Secret Sect wizard shouted in panic, trying to squeeze through the gaps in the firepower net.
But Jeming’s attack was too dense.
From the start, he hadn’t planned to repel the enemy with those light bullets; thus, each one’s position was meticulously calculated, forming a layered, mutually reinforcing barrage wall.
The trio even felt like fish trapped in a net, with freedom seeming within reach yet utterly unattainable.
In that brief moment of delay, the pursuing Nolun Workshop wizard’s sword light had already arrived like a shadow!
"Die!"
A deep voice echoed.
The blue sword light split into three in the air, like three venomous snakes striking, accurately aiming at the backs of the three Chaos Secret Sect wizards.
The trio hastily turned to combine their defenses, layers of deep red shields rose up.
But the Sword Light, imbued with the destructive Law, was too sharp, penetrating the shields layer by layer like thin paper.
Ultimately, the sword lights lodged into each of their chests respectively.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A mist of blood thundered out.
The three wizards froze in mid-air, the light in their eyes quickly dimming, then collapsing like marionettes with cut strings from the sky.
The Nolun Workshop wizard stood with his sword withdrawn, the blue flame slowly extinguishing on the blade.
He turned to where Jeming was hidden, nodding slightly.
Though he didn’t see Jeming, the attack trajectory from the Talisman Witchcraft just now had sufficiently indicated the source of the aid.
Jeming remained hidden, responding only with a slight spiritual fluctuation.
They didn’t even exchange names.
In this battlefield, the cooperation among the wizards of the same camp was as concise as possible—offer help, nod in acknowledgment, then continue with their tasks.
The Nolun Workshop wizard turned, transforming into a blue streak heading swiftly in another direction.
Jeming reactivated Void Step, his figure disappearing once again, veering deeper into the wasteland.
As he flew, Jeming cast a glance back at the three falling bodies.
"Decoy cooperating in an ambush... seems like the Alliance Army is ready too."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his speed increased once more.
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