Its blue eyes were completely concealed beneath thick fur, to avoid revealing even the slightest hint of thought.

This Yeti was not a real Yeti, but an experienced spy disguised as a Yeti by a Soul System Wizard sent from the camp!

He was lucky enough to blend into the group of Yetis long ago and had just witnessed the entire exchange process between the King of Yeti, Aglon, and the King of the Lava Giants, Karamos.

“The cooperation between the two sides isn’t too surprising; the upper echelons of the wizards had already anticipated this…” the Soul System Wizard silently pondered in his heart.

It was a logical strategy for these two races to temporarily join forces in the face of a common external threat.

“However…” he recalled some details of the conversation between Aglon and Karamos, particularly words like “strategic weapon” and “saving the world.”

“Is the ‘strategic weapon’ of the Yeti civilization really that powerful?” He felt a genuine sense of doubt.

“It’s surprising that they place their hopes on something capable of ‘saving the world’? Although it seems to require cooperation from the Magma Giants, given the wizard’s power and such confidence, this thing is definitely not simple…”

However, compared to the destructive power of the strategic weapon of which he still didn’t know the specifics, he was more puzzled by the attitudes of the two Monster Kings.

“It just feels very strange… There’s definitely something I don’t know going on here…”

He thought for a while, using witchcraft to diminish his presence and quietly slipped away from the group of Yetis.

“Just in case, better inform the camp about this, so they can make some preparations in advance…”

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…

Two years, for mortals, are enough to bring great changes.

For wizards, it’s just a few rounds of meditation and experimentation.

During these two years, under the coordination of Master Augustine, the Wizard Camp was thoroughly fortified and expanded.

Towering defense towers rose like giant iron fingers, reaching into the clouds, while complex composite barriers enveloped the entire camp like an impregnable iron barrel.

The energy core was reinforced by multiple layers of Rune Arrays, capable of withstanding the full assault of a Fifth Level Wizard.

The camp’s area was expanded several times, with internal facilities becoming more complete, enough to accommodate more batches of reinforcements.

Jeming peacefully spent these two years at the camp.

As planned, he participated in constructing the nodes of the Protective Array of the camp, while conducting research in his laboratory.

What pleased him even more was that in these two years before Augustine’s departure, the constant anxiety and anticipation of the camp’s wizards provided him with an abundance of Red Dust Qi.

However, no matter how perfect the preparations, they could not prevent the predetermined process.

On this day, the entire camp was shrouded in a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Augustine, the commander of the Expeditionary Army, after completing all handovers, was finally ready to depart.

Jeming stood on a watchtower high above the camp, alongside many other wizards, gazing at the leaden gray sky of the Ice and Flame Plane.

There, a massive twisted, wound-like fissure.

Over the past four years, it had been the only channel of communication between the Wizard Camp and the outside world.

The dimly visible circular glow within that fissure was the shell of the “Ship Plane.”

Like a giant “eye” in the sky, it hung silently over the canopy of the Ice and Flame Plane.

However, the pupil of this “eye” was visibly shrinking at an observable rate.

Buzz…

Accompanied by a low, deep hum that seemed capable of distorting space itself, the massive fissure began to gradually close.

The light forming the pupil slowly dimmed, and the eye-like fissure moved inescapably towards closure.

The Ship Plane was retreating from the Ice and Flame Plane.

Jeming could clearly feel that as the Ship Plane bearing Master Augustine moved away, his discomfort increased.

An invisible rejection force originating from the level of Plane rules, like a tide seeping into every crevice, began to envelop his body.

It initially felt like a slight pressure, but as the fissure closed, this pressure continuously increased, as if the entire Ice and Flame Plane was consciously rejecting him, the “outsider”!

Within his body, there was a faint sense of sluggishness, as if the flow of blood was hindered, and his spiritual power became less fluid.

“It’s like wearing a sweater inside out, and the inside of the sweater filled with pricked balls of yarn…” an absurd description popped into Jeming’s mind inappropriately.

He felt a discomfort all over, an awkward patchworking discomfort, as if every cell beneath his skin was complaining.

Until the crack in the sky completely sealed, the light disappeared entirely, and the sky returned to its oppressive leaden gray color.

The sensation of Plane rejection also reached an entirely new peak.

Jeming immediately used Alchemy to feel it, channeling his spiritual power within, trying to manipulate the elemental fluctuations in the surrounding space following the principles of Alchemy.

He immediately found that the difficulty of casting witchcraft had increased significantly from before.

The previously seamless manipulation of elements and energy construction had become somewhat sluggish.

Moreover, what troubled him more was that the effectiveness of witchcraft seemed to be affected as well, with his leverage over the surrounding elements reduced by nearly 30%!

This meant that his actual combat effectiveness on the Ice and Flame Plane had unwarrantedly dropped by thirty percent!

All witchcraft would consume more and have less power!

“Ha, do you understand now?”

A gentle yet slightly triumphant laughter came from nearby.

Viola had appeared beside Jeming at some point, her gaze sweeping over him with a hint of amusement, as if she found his general discomfort very amusing.

“This is Plane rejection.” Viola’s voice gently informed Jeming, unraveling his confusion, “The reason we didn’t feel this intense discomfort before was because of Lord Augustine, a Sixth Level Wizard, who solidified his own rules and spread them over us wizards in the entire Ice and Flame Plane, forming an invisible ‘protection’.”

She slowly raised her hand, fingertips lightly touching the sky, as if sensing the edge of some intangible rule.

“But now, with his departure, the ‘protection’ formed by those rules has disappeared. The present wizards can clearly sense the disadvantage the ‘attackers’ must endure in a legitimate planar war!”

Plane rejection is an unavoidable predicament when attacking another plane.

The native creatures fighting on home ground naturally gain the blessing of the plane’s will, while outsiders face invisible weakening.

Viola’s gaze turned to the camp below, at the wizards who bore similar discomfort, even some with expressions of disbelief.

She smiled, her eyes flickering with a peculiar light.

“What a mesmerizing scene…” she murmured softly, her voice filled with undisguisable satisfaction.

Observing the wizards’ gradually grim faces around her, emerging from the physiological discomfort that brought implicit “pain”, a strange blush appeared on Viola’s cheeks.

Jeming ignored her pathological delight. He furrowed his eyebrows deeply, then worriedly looked towards the Flame Sun Realm’s core area.

Augustine, this Sixth Level Wizard, left so decisively, even at the cost of putting the entire camp into distress.

That could only mean there must be a deeper plan behind all this.

“Whether he’s planning to lure the enemy deeper or has some bolder and riskier thoughts…” Jeming sighed internally, “I just hope this Augustine Wizard has a touch of humanity; otherwise, the situation for the wizards he’s left behind could be dangerously precarious.”

Having lost the highest combat strength and with their power further reduced by thirty percent due to plane rejection, alongside plane anomalies…

All of this foretold that the impending war would be far more brutal than they could have imagined!

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