Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 669: Chapter 570: Battle and War (2)

Seeing this, the Silent Abyss lifted its right hand, spreading its five fingers.

The elemental thread, capable of piercing through stars, began to decompose three feet from its palm.

All the power and knowledge within the elemental thread were forcibly "disassembled" back to the most basic informational units, which the Silent Abyss read with a hint of interest in its eyes.

In the next moment, Martin’s expression changed drastically.

He found the light around him starting to distort, the spatial coordinates forcibly altered. The Silent Abyss, which had been half a plane away, suddenly appeared less than ten thousand meters in front of him.

Such a distance, for beings of their level, is equivalent to face-to-face.

The Silent Abyss did not speak.

It merely extended its already restored left arm and pointed a finger lightly forward.

A pure white light pillar shot out from its fingertip, heading straight toward the outpost camp behind Martin.

The light pillar was terrifyingly thick, with a diameter exceeding a kilometer, distorting space wherever it passed.

A massive amount of energy was gathered, condensed from the information analyzed earlier, forming this powerful attack.

Watching this terrifyingly powerful attack, Martin instead laughed.

"Copying my move?"

He raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers, and pressed forward in the air.

It seemed he merely made a simple gesture, without additional casting.

Yet the white pillar of light, capable of destroying stars, suddenly halted several kilometers from the outpost camp.

It hovered just like that in the air, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, unable to move.

"Though you know the relevant knowledge, the execution is too crude."

Martin gently clenched his five fingers.

Boom!

The light pillar exploded from the middle, turning into countless specks of light scattering all around.

The aftermath of the explosion formed visible ripples, spreading out in all directions.

Those ripples swept across the sea of light in the Information Plane, raising colossal waves.

In the outpost camp, Jeming watched in shock.

Is this the power of an Eighth Level Wizard?

With a simple grasp, he crushed an attack capable of destroying a planet?

Though having participated in Wizard War, this was truly the first time he felt the power of an Eighth Level Wizard so directly.

The Silent Abyss, whose attack was thwarted, did not pause.

It raised both hands simultaneously, finger flicking rapidly.

Countless tiny light threads shot from its fingertips, intertwining, weaving in the air to form an enormous net, descending over the outpost camp.

Each light thread was an independent attack, and each attack contained different information logic.

Some attempted to alter cause and effect, some tried to corrupt the core, while others aimed directly at the wizards’ Sea of Spirit.

This is the information entities’ favorite attack method: multiple information parallel invasion.

Martin’s laughter echoed.

"This move is useless against us now."

He raised his left hand, drawing lightly in the air with his index finger.

A grey light shot from his fingertip, colliding with the giant net.

As the grey light passed, the originally interwoven light threads began to conflict with each other, attacking one another.

This was Martin using his own information logic to forcibly intervene in the opponent’s weaving process, causing logical conflicts among the light threads.

The giant net began to collapse in midair.

Yet Martin even had the spare capacity to direct some energy to protect the outpost camp just constructed behind him.

A thin grey shield enveloped the entire camp, completely isolating the scattered energy aftermath.

Jeming quickly withdrew his gaze from the distant battlefield, taking a deep breath to suppress his inner shock.

In top-tier combat, he was still unable to intervene.

But he had his task.

Jeming turned and ran towards the center of the camp.

There, a Fifth Level Wizard was controlling a large puppet, striding forward with some object.

It was an altar.

The Fate System Jeming had personally designed and inscribed earlier was now connected to the altar.

But it was now more than three times larger than before, with an entire array node connected to the base, along with a large chunk of foundation directly excavated from the Ship Plane.

"Master Jeming!" The wizard jumped off the puppet, shouting excitedly, "I brought what you wanted!"

Jeming looked at the large puppet that had even moved the foundation, twitching his mouth slightly.

Brought it...

How straightforward.

But he had no time for mockery.

In the distance, the battle between Martin and the Silent Abyss was getting fiercer. Although Martin still held the upper hand, this was the Information Plane, the opponent’s home ground.

The amount of energy the Silent Abyss could mobilize was nearly infinite. The longer it dragged on, the worse it was for the wizards.

"All Black Giant Priests, come out!"

With a thought, the door of the Grotto Heaven within Jeming opened with a roar.

Hundreds of black figures simultaneously charged out, landing around him.

These Black Giant Priests, each over two meters tall, had bodies of black liquid metal flowing slowly, devouring the surrounding light.

"As I taught before, reassemble the altar!"

Jeming pointed to the massive altar, "You five, handle rune calibration! You ten, connect the energy nodes! The rest, stabilize the array foundation!"

Hundreds of Black Giant Priests moved simultaneously.

Their intelligence far surpassed ordinary Black Giants, and having trained several times in advance, they were coordinated and efficient.

Some carried the rune base, some paved the energy paths, others adjusted the node positions, and some tested connection stability.

Jeming stood at the center of the altar, the golden light at his forehead flashing.

He was connected to each priest through the Fate System, monitoring the altar’s assembly progress in real-time, ready to handle any issues that might arise.

The surroundings began to fluctuate violently.

In the distance, the sea of light in the Information Plane surged endlessly, as countless information entities frantically mobilized energy.

Evidently, despite deploying the Silent Abyss, the information entities hadn’t given up on launching a legion assault.

Or rather, the attack of the information entities’ legion had already arrived.

Jeming could feel countless informational tendrils attempting to infiltrate the outpost camp.

They surged from all directions, seeking weaknesses in the Defense Array, gaps in the wizards’ Sea of Spirit.

"Ignore them!"

The angry shout of a Seventh Level Wizard echoed.

He, alongside over a dozen other Seventh Level Wizards, stood on the outer perimeter of the camp, fiercely clashing with the information entity army.

They executed the "Information Weaving" witchcraft developed by Jeming.

Although Jeming had not yet had time to simplify it, for these High Tier Wizards, the period had been sufficient to completely master it.

Countless invisible Information Blades were sliced from their hands, accurately cutting into the network of information entities, forcibly separating the originally closely connected units.

The previously dense army of information entities started showing patches of "isolated islands."

"Move!"

More wizards charged forward.

They cast all sorts of information magic, confronting the divided information entity legions head-on.

Having conducted extensive research on information entities, the wizards were now at an advantage when facing them.

However, though the information entities were being divided and surrounded by the High Tier Wizards, exterminated in batches, their numbers were simply too vast.

Within the isolated regions, numerous information entities continued to manically assault the barrier.

The battle rapidly entered a white heat.

Meanwhile, on Jeming’s side, the assembly of the altar reached its final stage.

"Energy node connection completed!"

"Rune calibration finished!"

"Array foundation secured!"

The voices of the Black Giant Priests rose one after another.

Jeming took a deep breath, placing his hands on the altar’s core.

"Fate System, activate!"

The golden light at his forehead shone brightly.

In an instant, the entire altar came alive. Countless runes lit up simultaneously, energy circuits connected layer by layer, and a thick golden light pillar surged from the altar’s center, piercing the sky.

Martin, who was fighting the Silent Abyss, glanced back, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

Then he turned his head back to the hundred-meter tall humanoid entity.

"Now, let’s really have some fun."

He raised both hands simultaneously.

This time, the power of the Eighth Level Wizard was unleashed without reservation.

In the distant sky, the colors instantly changed.

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