Chapter 329: Chapter 295: Tearing Through the Barrier

The instantaneous reversal of the battle situation in this area did not bring only benefits.

With the wild firepower of the “Great Light Appearance” and the self-detonating charge of the Black Giant, Jeming tore open a precious gap in this stalemated front, making his Wizard Legion the first to break through the final defenses of the Giant Spirit Realm.

This should have been a battle achievement worth celebrating, yet it also led to an unexpected problem—the focus of the battlefield area shifted.

Originally, the Sixth Level Wizard responsible for coordinating this vast battle zone—”Star Splitter” Balsa—had concentrated his primary attention on another main legion, which had over a dozen Fifth Level Wizards in command.

That legion’s offensive was fierce, drawing most of the Giant Spirit Realm’s defensive forces.

According to the plan, that area should have been the first to break through, with Balsa personally securing the victory.

However, the sudden emergence of Jeming’s “flanking force” completely disrupted the established rhythm.

By the time Balsa realized the line here had been breached, the opportune moment on the battlefield was fleeting.

In that instant of delay, reinforcements from within the Giant Spirit Realm, like a swarm from a hive, had already surged forward again.

They quickly filled the gap blown open by the Black Giants, even launching a ferocious counterattack against the Wizard vanguard force that had just broken through and was yet to establish a stable foothold.

Rumble!

Energy cannon fire fell like a sudden downpour, forcing the Wizards, who had just charged in, to command their expendable legions to fight desperately.

Yet, with the enemy relying on their Plane’s barriers and having nearly limitless reinforcements from the rear, they were still beaten back step by step, and it seemed they would be pushed back into the Chaotic Void.

An invisible pressure suddenly descended.

Space slightly distorted, and “Star Splitter” Balsa, draped in a Wizard robe adorned with star runes, appeared silently beside Jeming.

His face was ancient, his gaze as deep as the cosmos.

But at this moment, he slightly frowned, looking at the entrance of the Plane’s barrier, once again occupied by enemy battleships and giant beasts.

His gaze swept over the battlefield, instantly locking onto Jeming, who was maintaining the “Great Light Appearance” array and was evidently the core and cornerstone of this legion.

“This Wizard,” Balsa’s voice sounded directly in Jeming’s mind, calm yet undeniably authoritative, “your performance has exceeded expectations. But now, the situation has changed.”

He pointed to the noisy battlefield ahead: “I need to personally tear open this barrier, creating a passage for the army. However, during the casting, I cannot move and must withstand the attacks. Long-range energy strikes are not a problem, but if enemies above Fourth Level break through and harass me in close proximity, it will disrupt the casting process.”

He looked at Jeming, directly asking: “If I clear the enemies in this area ahead, how long can you hold back the subsequent reinforcements while I tear open the barrier? You don’t need to annihilate them completely, only delay them long enough.”

Jeming’s heart tightened, his mind racing.

His consciousness plunged into his internal space, quickly inventorying all the “Patroller” expendable units in stock, while calculating the volatile elemental concentration around, resulting from previous intense battles.

In an instant, he looked up, meeting the Sixth Level Wizard’s gaze, and replied in a calm tone: “Three breaths. I can buy three breaths of time, ensuring no units above Fourth Level approach you.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Balsa’s eyes, which then turned into a trace of appreciation.

In this situation, a Low Level Wizard daring to confidently give a specific time frame is either arrogant or truly competent.

From Jeming’s previous performance, Balsa tended towards the latter.

“Very well.” Balsa spoke no more.

He slowly raised his right hand, and with apparent ease, pressed lightly against the swarm-like Giant Spirit Realm reinforcements surging forward.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling energy brilliance.

But at the moment his palm pressed down, the void spanning several hundred kilometers in diameter ahead seemed to be wiped over by an invisible giant eraser.

Those ferocious battleships, roaring giant beasts, darting energy beams … all of it silently disassembled and annihilated in an instant, reduced to the most basic particles, dispersed into invisibility.

With a single strike, the vision instantly cleared!

This is the terrifying might of a Sixth Level Wizard!

Without any pause, Balsa stepped forward, his figure appearing in the center of the cleared area, facing the Giant Spirit Realm’s Plane barrier, which resembled an atmospheric layer without a defined boundary.

His hands were raised slightly, his body beginning to emit fearsome energy waves that caused hearts to race, as massive power began to concentrate, preparing to forcibly tear apart the fabric of the world.

And almost simultaneously with Balsa clearing the area ahead, Jeming also sprang into action.

His mind urged frantically, as the reserves in his internal space surged out like a floodgate being opened.

Tens of thousands of “Patroller” expendable units, like swarming bees in migration, emerged en masse in the void.

These Second Level Patrollers were the foundational units Jeming meticulously crafted for his air combat system.

The moment they appeared, they burst out with an astonishing tenfold speed of sound under Jeming’s command.

They transformed into streaks of deathly brilliance, fearlessly charging towards the Giant Spirit Realm’s reinforcements swarming once more through the Plane barrier!

“Detonate!”

At Jeming’s command, the forefront Patroller group suddenly blossomed into a radiance of destruction!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—

Self-detonation!

Continuous self-detonation!

These Patrollers, designed for extreme one-for-one exchanges, each had self-detonation power comparable to Third Level Witchcraft under normal circumstances.

But the “sea, land, and air combat system” Jeming spent fifty years crafting would not be that simple.

Each Patroller’s core was infused with part of the Talisman Witchcraft technology.

Their self-detonation did not merely trigger their own energy but also ingeniously and violently ignited the free elements in the surrounding environment!

And at this moment, this area, which had just undergone the mass self-detonation of Black Giants, the sacrificial explosion of battleships, and the bombardment of Wizards, had its elemental concentration raised to an extremely terrifying level!

Thus, under the enemy’s horrified gaze, the Patrollers’ self-detonation caused a chain reaction of terrifying proportions.

Especially in the few regions with the densest elements, the elemental detonations triggered by Patrollers’ explosions exceeded Fourth Level Witchcraft in destructive power!

This was nearly equivalent to the destruction level of a small Wizard legion’s volley, making the spearhead of the Giant Spirit Realm’s reinforcements crash into an invisible giant wall.

The army was instantly torn and evaporated, forcibly interrupting the enemy’s support momentum once again!

The response from the Giant Spirit Realm was quick; combat forces from other defense zones immediately began diverging towards this critical breach, trying to encircle and eliminate it.

Reinforcements were also regrouping, preparing to charge again.

But, it was enough.

Jeming, observing the enemy formation that had become chaotic once more, along with other Wizards, began commanding the expendable legions to retreat synchronously, withdrawing from the frontline engagement.

For ahead of them, the Sixth Level Wizard—”Star Splitter” Balsa—had completed his preparations.

He suddenly thrust his hands forward!

Rip!

A sound like tearing cloth, yet magnified billions of times, shook the entire battlefield!

The immensely sturdy Plane barrier of the Giant Spirit Realm, under Balsa’s hands infused with the Power of Law, was forcibly torn open to form an irregular space rift thousands of kilometers long!

The rift edges flickered with chaotic energy turbulence, and through the rift, the metallic continent inside the Giant Spirit Realm could already be seen clearly.

The Plane barrier had been forcibly torn open!

From now on, these mid-to-low-tier Wizards and expendables need not fight desperately.

The remaining time belongs to the High Tier Wizards’ stage performance.

Jeming hovered in the slightly rearward void, retracting the heavily consuming “Great Light Appearance” array, silently sensing the factories within his internal space accelerating production replenishment, his heart at peace.

With High Tier Wizards joining, the battle situation had stabilized.

What follows is the time to reap spoils and military merits.

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