I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality

Chapter 605: Desperate Straits

The Myriad Realms Alliance had committed all their high-end combat forces, yet the results were far from satisfactory.

Tens of millions of eighth-rank creatures and billions of sixth- and seventh-rank creatures covered the sky and blotted out the void in a vast, majestic tide.

The void was packed so densely by their numbers that it became impenetrable; even starlight was completely obscured by their silhouettes.

The terrifying momentum seemed capable of crushing everything before them into fine powder. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Then they were beaten into dead dogs by the wizards.

The eighth-rank wizards from the four major factions totaled fewer than a hundred thousand.

Sixth- and seventh-rank wizards combined numbered less than ten million.

Under normal circumstances, these numbers would be enough to make any civilization tremble. Yet facing the Myriad Realms Alliance’s frenzied army counted in the billions, they seemed as insignificant as a lone boat in the ocean.

However, this lone boat was not swallowed by the sea. Instead, it split the ocean in two.

The hundred thousand eighth-rank wizards formed ranks in the void.

To secure more spoils of war, these eighth-rank wizards had not even summoned additional cannon fodder units. Relying solely on their own bodies, their own wizardry, and their own mastery of laws, they firmly held back the enemy’s tens of millions of eighth-rank army at the gates.

These eighth-rank wizards charged and rampaged through the enemy formation. Wherever they passed, starspace behemoths disintegrated and energy aggregates collapsed.

The sixth- and seventh-rank wizards were responsible for clearing out the vast numbers of lower-rank enemy troops.

After the eighth-rank wizards tore open the enemy lines, these foes—whose combat power was already inferior to that of the wizards—were crushed with ease.

Overall, this no longer looked like a war. It looked like harvesting.

While controlling the Great Radiance Formation to pour out beams frantically, Jie Ming took a moment to scan the entire battlefield.

Every wizard was “shopping” in their own way: sealing, modifying, devouring, containing…

In short, they were turning the enemy’s corpses—or even living enemies—into their own spoils of war.

His gaze unconsciously fell on Mentor Clark.

Because the distance between them was too great, he could not see the details clearly and could only make out the general outline of that battlefield sector.

Even the general outline was enough.

In the area where Clark was, all the other wizards had subconsciously moved aside, leaving him floating alone in the void. Surrounding him were dense masses of enemy seventh- and eighth-rank creatures—starspace behemoths, energy aggregates, scale-armored warriors… They surged toward that seemingly tiny and pitiful figure from all directions.

Then they began to disappear.

An eighth-rank starspace behemoth roared as it charged forward. When it was still several thousand meters away from Clark, its body suddenly stiffened.

Its expression shifted from ferocious to confused, then from confused to terrified.

It opened its mouth, wanting to roar something, but no sound came out.

Immediately after, its massive body vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.

Jie Ming’s pupils contracted slightly.

He focused his attention, activating the All-Purpose Eye and the Fate Subsystem at the same time, attempting to analyze Clark’s combat method.

He saw that the instant those enemies approached Clark, something on them was extracted.

It seemed to be something closer to their very essence that was directly taken away, causing their entire existence as individuals to disappear as well.

But how did he do it?

What exactly was being extracted?

Jie Ming could not understand it at all.

Clark had not even raised his hand, chanted any incantation, or changed his expression.

He simply floated there quietly, like a sculpture, yet the space around him was being cleared out ring by ring.

All attacks, all defenses, all struggles appeared like children’s games before him.

An eighth-rank Myriad Realms Alliance commander noticed the anomaly in this sector.

It was a massive scale-armored beast covered in golden scales, its aura even more terrifying than that of the surrounding starspace behemoths.

It roared and charged toward Clark, condensing an energy sphere in its mouth powerful enough to annihilate a small plane.

As the commander charged, the distance between them rapidly closed.

Ten thousand meters, five thousand meters, one thousand meters…

Then it stopped.

Just like the previous starspace behemoth, its expression changed from ferocious to confused, then from confused to terrified.

It opened its mouth, and the energy sphere slipped from its jaws, exploding silently in the void.

Then it disappeared.

Jie Ming took a deep breath and withdrew his gaze.

He couldn’t understand it.

He really couldn’t understand it.

Wizards gained combat power through knowledge. Not understanding meant the other party’s level of knowledge far surpassed his own.

Jie Ming stopped thinking about it and redirected his attention back to his own battlefield.

The Great Radiance Formation continued to pour out beams tirelessly, while his inner cave heaven continued to madly absorb the remains of the slain creatures.

The black giants had already fallen completely into a frenzy—devouring, evolving, devouring again, evolving again. The entire tribe’s aura was rising at a visible speed.

Jie Ming knew very well that at this stage, he only needed to do his own part well.

Matters at Mentor’s level could wait until later.

Inside the Myriad Realms Alliance’s command center, the atmosphere had completely changed.

The commanders who had been full of confidence earlier now all wore iron-gray faces.

The battle reports from the front lines were horrifying.

In just a short period of contact, the eighth-rank army had suffered losses exceeding thirty percent, while the sixth- and seventh-rank armies had lost nearly half. Yet the enemy’s defensive line had not budged an inch.

That was not a battle at all. It was slaughter.

Their attacks landing on the enemy were like water droplets falling on rock; the enemy’s attacks landing on them were like red-hot iron blocks falling on snow.

“Retreat,” beast commander’s voice was hoarse. “The enemy’s strength far exceeds ours. We must withdraw!”

No one objected.

Everyone knew that continuing the fight would mean total annihilation.

But before the retreat order could be issued, new battle reports arrived: the rear had been cut off.

At some point, the four major factions had dispatched elite squads that circled around to the enemy’s rear, sealing the spatial rift that connected to the Myriad Realms Alliance’s home base.

Not only that, those squads had even directly infiltrated the other side of the rift and opened fire inside their home base.

The light of explosions shone through the rift and reflected in every commander’s pupils.

Their home… was gone.

The command center fell into a deathly silence.

Suddenly sensing something wrong, the beast commander whipped his head around and looked toward the black-robed figure who had been sitting quietly in the corner the whole time.

The black-robed figure raised his head, revealing a gentle smiling face beneath the hood.

That face… the beast commander was very familiar with it.

Just ten minutes ago, he had still believed he had worked with this person.

But now, after experiencing the crushing defeat on the battlefield, the severing of their retreat path, and the explosions in their home base, he finally realized something was off.

“You…” His voice caught in his throat.

The black-robed figure stood up. The black robe slid off his body, revealing a well-tailored silver-white wizard robe.

His appearance was no longer the previous blurry face that felt familiar yet impossible to recall. Instead, it was a clear face carrying a calm smile. On the chest of his robe was embroidered a badge that all the commanders present recognized. Although they had never seen this exact design, they had all seen similar ones on wizards’ robes—it was the mark of a wizard.

“Thank you all for your cooperation,” his voice was gentle, carrying just the right degree of politeness. “We have now fully grasped your troop deployments, tactical habits, and retreat routes.”

Mad killing intent surged into the beast commander’s eyes.

He lunged fiercely at the wizard, but the moment his body left the ground, an invisible force pressed him back down.

He looked down and saw that, at some point, a silver-white rune chain had appeared on his chest. The other end of the chain was connected to the wizard’s fingers.

“Stop struggling,” the wizard smiled. “Your fate was sealed the moment you decided to commit your entire army to the attack.”

In the distance, the eighth-rank wizards from the four major factions were converging on this area.

Their bodies were stained with the blood of enemies, yet their faces carried expressions of lingering satisfaction.

Seeing this, the surrounding Myriad Realms Alliance commanders all revealed looks of utter despair.

They could neither fight nor escape.

The upper echelons of the Myriad Realms Alliance and those defected wizards had been forced into desperate straits.