Cultivating in the Wizard World-Chapter 301 - 269: Fighting Alone

A vast swarm of Biochemical Beasts, Skeleton Legion, Elemental Creatures, and Steel Constructs surged forward like a deluge breaking through a dam.

They roared deafeningly, scrambling to pour towards that deep, dark circular portal.

They were the paving stones thrown into the unknown world, and the cannon fodder to deplete the enemy’s strength.

Watching as most of the cannon fodder and wizards had already entered, Jeming took a deep breath and hesitated no more.

He controlled two towering Black Giants, following closely behind the vanguard flood, plunging headlong into the Space Gate that seemed to devour all light.

The journey across was far more difficult than anticipated.

Dionysius Spencer had already informed that on the other side, there seemed to exist some kind of powerful seal or suppressive force field, hindering the full expansion of the Space Gate.

He needed to employ the power of the Floating City continuously to counteract and expand the passage, but initially, those crossing first might encounter some "small troubles".

Jeming soon found out what those so-called "small troubles" were.

The moment he stepped into the passage, Jeming felt a powerful sense of adhesion coming from all directions, as if moving through glue.

The surroundings were not the shimmering brilliance of an ordinary space passage but were filled with chaotic darkness and twisted energy turbulence.

These turbulences, mixed with fractured space fragments and alien energy, continually impacted the traversers within the Space Gate.

Boom!

Sizz...

The dense streams of energy hit the massive bodies of the Black Giants, creating various strange noises.

However, after over thirty years of battles, the Black Giant Body Refining Technique continued with Adaptive Evolution, providing them with high resistance to Wind Element related space distortion damage.

As for those energy impacts, as long as they didn’t exceed a certain critical threshold, they were instead absorbed and transformed by the Black Giants’ special body structure, rendering them negligible supplies.

Jeming stood firm on the shoulder of a Black Giant, enveloped by a faint Shield, deflecting sporadic, stray attacks.

Like a reef in a torrent, he steadily advanced towards the dark end of the passage under the guardianship of the Black Giants.

Uncertain how much time passed, perhaps just a moment, or perhaps an eternal torment, the resistance eased suddenly ahead!

"Here!"

Jeming’s spirit soared as he controlled the Black Giants to accelerate fiercely, breaking through that last spatial barrier.

However, the instant his feet landed on the Otherworld’s soil, even Jeming, known for his composure, paused for a moment.

The anticipated scene of the vanguard army’s fierce battle with native creatures did not appear.

What greeted his eyes was a grand yet eerily silent spectacle — a colossal sacrificial altar, surrounded by countless humanoid creatures resembling a cross between praying mantis and lizard, stretching endlessly to the horizon!

They seemed to be in a silent phase of some collective ritual, countless eyes filled with astonishment, confusion, and rapidly rising hostility, focusing on the uninvited guest who just "barged in".

And Jeming himself, along with the two Black Giants, had become the sole anomalous focus in this sea of silence.

Jeming realized immediately that due to the strong resistance to Spatial Power he and the Black Giants gained through the Body Refining Technique, they were the least affected within the Space Gate.

Despite being in the later wave to enter the Space Gate, they were the first to complete the teleportation.

The massive vanguard army flood seemed still struggling within the narrow and unstable space passage, unable to advance in time.

Even with Jeming’s steadfast mind, facing this scene where all eyes were clearly unfriendly, his lips couldn’t help but twitch slightly.

The spontaneous "proclamation" he made in excitement during the moment of crossing now felt particularly out of place.

"Well... this should be fun," he thought wryly.

"Looking on the bright side, this means my Spatial Power resistance ranks first in the whole Expeditionary Army?"

While somewhat comforted by this bitter thought, Jeming was also rapidly searching for a way to break the deadlock.

His gaze swept across the scene, finally fixing on the four cyclonic cloud masses overhead the altar that exuded a heart-palpitating pressure.

"These creatures are manageable, but the true threat probably comes from those four..."

His mind raced, yet Jeming hesitated not a second.

He maintained his outward calm, even deliberately amplifying the ghostly blue flames in the eyes of the Black Giants for effect.

Simultaneously, he silently connected to the Magic Network Terminal through his Spiritual Power, sending out an extremely strong space coordinate signal like a beacon!

This signal would guide the struggling Wizard Legion advancing through the passage to hasten towards this newly "pried open" breach.

Alone before the enemy, what he needed to do was to hold this bridgehead, even if just for a moment.

...

...

The thirty-meter-tall Black Giants stood like giant black iron towers on the altar of the Otherworld, bringing unparalleled visual impact.

Below, billions of Holy Mission gazed at these massive figures, whispering in a mixture of awe and fear.

Even those high and mighty Holy Spirits wore grave expressions now.

From these two silent black giants, they sensed an oppressiveness far exceeding their own level, a power reminiscent of... Divine Level!

As for Jeming standing on the shoulder of a Black Giant?

His relatively "tiny" stature and "weak" energy fluctuations seemed inconsequential to the Holy Mission and Holy Spirits, possibly even perceived as some sort of "parasite", directly overlooked.

The essence of the wizard’s path lies in moving forces with knowledge, often too terrifying to be noticed at first glance.

Indeed, most beings and civilizations won’t have the chance to face it a second time.

"A new world! Surely a new world!" a Holy Spirit exclaimed after the initial shock, eyes blazing with greed.

The Black Giants, though powerful, seemed overshadowed in comparison to the four Holy Spirit pressures in the sky, akin to embodiments of world wills.

A world that could nurture such creatures must be rich in resources unimaginable?!

Many apex Holy Spirits became increasingly tempted, pondering that if they could kill or even capture these two giant beasts, perhaps they might find a breakthrough to Divine Level!

Having risen through countless battles, the Holy Spirits possessed their own pride.

They believed that even if the enemy was stronger, their skills, numbers, and... the four Divine Spirits standing in the sky would suffice to counter.

"Suffer! Wail! Repent! Because of your mistakes, your world will be conquered by us!" a fiery-tempered Holy Spirit laughed wildly.

A bone blade shot out from its arm, enveloped by the Wind Power, transforming into a giant blade ten meters long.

The figure transformed into a cyan streak of light, crossing a thousand meters, and with an unstoppable momentum, it fiercely slashed towards one of the Black Giants!

Then...

Pa-chak!

Just like swatting an annoying fly, the Black Giant’s massive palm, with a speed completely unbefitting of its size, struck precisely on the cyan streak of light.

The scattering blood mist and bone fragments were like tiny fireworks.

Jeming dug his ear, muttering softly, "Mumbling away, can’t understand... What the hell! So brave?!"

He really couldn’t fathom what gave a guy who was clearly a tier lower in Energy Level the courage to launch such a suicidal charge.

"However, if all of them are such reckless fools, defending will actually become more troublesome..." Jeming frowned slightly.

Looking at this group of humanoid monsters below, averaging five meters in height, he worried that their reckless charge without regard for casualties could destabilize the Space Gate.

Fortunately, things didn’t develop as he had imagined.

Seeing this, the other Holy Spirits’ expressions changed, not expecting that the quite renowned Holy Spirit couldn’t withstand a single move against that black monster.

A few Holy Spirits exchanged glances and immediately understood each other’s intentions: "All together!"

They all ejected their bone blades in unison and rushed to besiege the two Black Giants with tacit understanding.

Seeing more than a dozen monsters attacking simultaneously, Jeming thought for a moment and conveyed a command through the Soul Contract to the two Black Giants beneath him:

"Hold back a bit, entangle with them, drag out the time as much as possible!"

The Black Giants roared and then pretended to engage back and forth with these pesky insects.

Meanwhile, high above, the spiritual senses of four Holy Spirits rapidly communicated.

"Just now, for a moment... I thought ’that one’ had awakened!" a wave of divine thought containing fear came through.

"Calm down! Their Life structure is entirely different and does not come from ’that world’. ’That one’ couldn’t have revived," another relatively steady divine thought reassured.

"Could it be that due to the long-term closure, the Space Gate mutated and connected to an unknown domain?" the third divine thought speculated.

"No matter what, what is unfamiliar is dangerous," the last divine thought concluded decisively, "Eliminate them, reinforce the seal, ensure nothing is left to chance. We are already at the peak, there’s no need for risk."

The brief exchange reached a consensus.

Then, a calm yet supremely majestic voice, like the decree of heaven, resounded in the Soul of every Holy Spirit and Holy Mission:

"Kill him."

A simple three words, yet they were like igniting a powder keg!

"Oracle! It’s the Oracle!"

For the billions of the Holy Mission, fervent Faith overwhelmed their fear of the Black Giants.

The more than dozen Holy Spirits who were originally cautiously observing were instantly filled with determination and murderous intent!

The Oracle had been given, and it was undeniable!

"All together!"

Over a dozen powerful auras burst forth, Wind Power swirling around them like a tangible vortex, bone blades gleaming with lethal cold light.

The Holy Spirits unleashed their trump cards, attacking from different angles with exquisite coordination, surrounding the two Black Giants like an all-encompassing net!

This time, they held nothing back.

However, before their attack could fully unfold...

Buzz...

A strange buzzing sound echoed, and Jeming, standing on the Black Giants’ shoulder, was suddenly flanked by countless Crystal Talismans.

They layered upon each other, arranging into a huge, complex, slowly rotating, splendid Light Wheel— the "Great Light Appearance"!

The next moment, it was like a cosmic river bursting its banks!

Indescribably dense Energy Light Bullets erupted from the "Great Light Appearance", each one precisely locking onto a charging Holy Spirit!

"No!!!"

"What is this?!"

In the frightened eyes of the Holy Spirits, their proud Wind Power Shields shattered like paper, their concentrated attacks instantly dissolved, their bodies torn and evaporated in the brilliant, lethal light stream...

With just one volley, more than a dozen powerful Holy Spirits disintegrated into dust!

At that moment, every Holy Mission, including the four Holy Spirits in the sky, locked their gaze firmly on Jeming.

They finally realized that the "little one" they had overlooked was the truly terrifying being!

But the Oracle was like a mountain!

Driven by fervent Faith, the Holy Mission army, as vast as an endless ocean, erupted with a earth-shattering roar.

Like a torrent breaking a dam, they fearlessly charged towards the altar’s center, towards Jeming and the two Black Giants in a full-fledged assault!

Facing the tens of millions rushing forward, the slight casualness on Jeming’s face disappeared, replaced by an absolute calm.

The light of the "Great Light Appearance" behind him grew even more blazing, ready to meet this hard battle.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth curved into a slight smile.

Because, behind him, the gigantic circular Space Gate once again emitted violent and steady waves.

A steel flood-like aura was surging out from it!

The Wizard Legion had arrived.