Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 650: Chapter 552: Flinging Filth

Jeming rushed out of the laboratory, and the sight before him made his pupils shrink.

The entire ship plane had already fallen into chaos.

The protective barrier in the sky was flickering madly like it had malaria—sometimes bright and blinding, sometimes dim to the point of nearly disappearing.

From the direction of the large Elemental Pool in the distance came a piercing humming sound, with energy output fluctuating violently, twisting the air around the pool.

Even worse were the people.

Jeming saw at least dozens of wizards already fallen to the ground.

Their eyes were blank, pupils dilated, breathing still ongoing, but they showed no response to any external stimuli...exactly like those silent ones before.

And beside them, other wizards were anxiously trying to wake them up.

"They’ve been hit."

Jeming instantly understood what had happened.

Among the wizards who deployed the cannon fodder units, someone had been reversely invaded by the enemy through the connection, breaking through the defense.

Then, the beings from the Information Plane used that wizard as a springboard to start attacking the core facilities of the entire ship plane.

He looked up toward the rift in the sky.

The pure white plane was still dead silent, but Jeming could feel that something was continuously flowing over from there.

"Quick! Stabilize the array!"

A wizard’s angry shout came from not far away.

Several Array Masters wearing magic robes were frantically channeling spiritual power into the runic arrays on the ground, trying to stabilize those energy circuits that had begun to disorder.

But their expressions grew increasingly grim.

"No good! I just repaired this section, and that side’s already collapsed again!"

"Their speed in reading runes is faster than we can inscribe them!"

Jeming could also see clearly that every time those Array Masters added a new rune to the ground, the invading information flow on the opposite side would instantly decode the function of that rune, and then create new damage elsewhere at a faster pace.

The weakness of the rune system was revealed at this moment.

As long as you can understand it, you can counteract it.

Jeming didn’t hesitate.

He flashed directly to appear among the dozens of fallen wizards.

The other wizards around were still in a frenzy, and no one noticed him.

Jeming crouched down and placed his hand on the forehead of one of them.

Spiritual power reached out, actively connecting to that wizard’s Sea of Spirit.

The next moment, his view of the world changed.

Countless streams of information surged like a monstrous tide.

Those pieces of information were colorless, formless, but Jeming could "see" them.

They were wildly eroding every corner of this wizard’s Sea of Spirit, attempting to infiltrate into the energy network of the entire ship plane through here.

A golden light flashed between Jeming’s brows.

The Fate System went into full operation.

His consciousness transformed into a barrier, precisely cutting off the path of that stream of information. Then he began to analyze, disassemble, suppress, and even retaliate.

At first, it went smoothly.

The invading streams of information were exterminated piece by piece by him, and Jeming could even trace back through the opponent’s path to sense their situation from the other side.

Many.

Quite a lot.

The number of indigenous people on the other side was terrifyingly large!

Among the fallen wizards here, there might be an unfortunate one who directly stumbled upon a gathering place of the indigenous people!

Moreover, it felt as if more indigenous people were continuously rushing from the depths of the Information Plane.

Having sensed this invasion being thwarted on this side, they immediately joined the computation network.

Every indigenous being contributed a portion of their computational power, converging into an increasingly massive torrent of information.

Jeming’s advantage was rapidly diminishing.

Then he began to be suppressed.

"So many..."

Jeming clenched his teeth. The load rate of the Fate System was skyrocketing.

68%, 74%, 81%...

The other side seemed endless.

Just then, several powerful presences suddenly descended.

From the direction of the core camp in the distance, over a dozen figures were flying in rapidly.

Each carried an oppressive aura, with the lowest being Sixth Level, and a few made even him feel a pang of trepidation—Seventh Level Wizards.

The high-tier wizards had arrived.

Seeing the situation before them, they didn’t waste a single word.

Over a dozen figures landed simultaneously, each finding a fallen wizard, placing a palm on their foreheads, and forcefully connecting their spiritual power.

Jeming instantly felt the pressure plummet.

The computational powers of those high-tier wizards were like over a dozen mountains crashing into the battlefield at once, crushing the once-spectacular torrent of enemy information into retreat.

Even though the other side continued to send reinforcements, there was no suspense in the face of absolute computational power crushing them.

"Running again."

Jeming almost instinctively made the judgment.

With the experience from the previous encounter, he was very familiar with the tactics of these enemies.

Once they realized they couldn’t win, they would mercilessly sever connections and flee.

But this time, Jeming didn’t want to let them get away scot-free.

With a thought, he made a grasping motion with his right hand.

A cloud of mist appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The color of the mist was gorgeously eerie, as if countless colors were forcibly blended together, twisting, intertwining, penetrating each other.

Just looking at it gave one a sense of mental disarray.

Spiritual poison of incense fire.

A byproduct inevitably generated during the production of the power of incense fire by the Incense Fire Divine Dao.

Formed by the aggregation of numerous miscellaneous thoughts, obsessions, and resentments of countless believers’ beliefs, it possesses strong contamination on the spirit of most living entities.

Upon hearing that this plane primarily dealt with information, Jeming had specifically brought some along.

He hadn’t expected it to come in handy so quickly.

Without hesitation, he slapped that cloud of mist into the center of his brow.

The Fate System instantly took over the spiritual poison of incense fire, breaking it down into countless minute fragments of information, sending them all through the psychic channel Jeming still had connected.

The other side was in retreat.

Having sensed the terrifying computational power of the high-tier wizards, the indigenous people were quickly severing connections and retracting defenses.

Their retreat was orderly, like a well-disciplined army.

Then the spiritual poison of incense fire arrived.

Jeming couldn’t "see" what exactly happened on the other side, but he could sense it...

It was chaos on that side.

The previously orderly retreat of the information flow plunged into chaos in an instant.

Countless chaotic, twisted, frenzied fleeting thoughts spread like a virus in their computational network.

The response from the indigenous people was extremely intense, so intense that Jeming could feel that "pain" through the psychic channel—if they even had the emotion of pain.

The opposition didn’t even bother to recover other scattered information; the connection was brutally severed in an instant.

Jeming withdrew his spiritual power and rubbed the slightly swollen center of his brow.

He glanced at his own hand, where a faintly gorgeous wisp of mist was lingering around his fingertips, attempting to burrow into his skin.

Just a mere contact made Jeming feel as if the frantic whispers of countless people were swirling by his ears.

"Tsk."

Jeming couldn’t help but frown uncomfortably, operating the Fate System to rapidly sort out the wisp of mist, then expelled it from his body.

Though he also felt a bit nauseated, but...

He looked up, gaze resting on the rift in the sky.

The other side must be feeling more nauseated at this moment.

Thinking of this, a mischievous smile curled upon Jeming’s lips.

"They ran quickly, taking this time as a small interest collected."

The high-tier wizards around him were already standing up, quietly discussing something.

Someone took note of Jeming’s recent actions, casting him an extra glance, but refrained from questioning due to wizards’ cautiousness towards knowledge.

The alarm finally stopped.

The flickering of the protective barrier gradually stabilized.

Jeming withdrew his gaze, brushing off non-existent dust from his hands.

"Let’s play again next time."