Chapter 599: Desperate Situation

The Myriad Worlds Alliance had pressed all its high-end combat power forward, but the results were unsatisfactory.

Tens of millions of Tier 8 creatures, hundreds of billions of Tier 6 and Tier 7 creatures, covering the sky and earth, mighty and majestic.

The void was crowded until not a crack remained, and the starlight was completely obscured by their figures.

That terrifying aura seemed as if it would crush everything in front of it into powder.

And then they were beaten like dead dogs by the wizards.

The Tier 8 wizards of the four major factions totaled less than one hundred thousand.

Tier 6 and Tier 7 wizards, combined, totaled less than ten million.

This number would be enough to make any civilization tremble under normal circumstances, but facing the Myriad Worlds Alliance's insane army in the hundreds of millions, it was as tiny as a lone boat in the ocean.

Yet it was this lone boat that not only wasn't swallowed by the ocean but instead split the ocean in two.

One hundred thousand Tier 8 wizards lined up in the void.

In order to obtain more spoils of war, these Tier 8 wizards didn't even summon more cannon fodder units, relying only on their own bodies, their own wizardry, and their own mastery of laws to firmly block the incoming army of ten million Tier 8s outside the door.

These Tier 8 wizards rampaged through the enemy formation; wherever they passed, Starry Sky Behemoths disintegrated one after another, and energy aggregates dissipated one after another.

The Tier 6 and Tier 7 wizards were responsible for cleaning up the massive number of low-tier enemy troops.

After their formation was torn apart by the Tier 8 wizards, these enemy troops, whose combat power was already inferior to the wizards, were easily crushed.

Looking at it overall, this was no longer a war, but a harvest.

Jie Ming, while controlling the Great Da Guang Xiang to output crazily, took the time 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 simply the living enemies, into their own spoils of war.

His gaze subconsciously fell on Mentor Clark.

Because the distance between the two sides was too far, he couldn't see the details, only the general outline of that battlefield.

However, just the general outline was enough.

In the area where Clark was, all the wizards subconsciously avoided it, leaving him hovering alone in the void, surrounded by dense enemy troops—Tier 7s, Tier 8s, Starry Sky Behemoths, energy aggregates, scaled warriors... They lunged at that figure, which looked pitifully tiny, from all directions.

Then they began to disappear.

A Tier 8 Starry Sky Behemoth roared and charged up; when it was still several thousand meters away from Clark, its body suddenly stiffened.

Its expression changed from ferocious to confused, from confused to fearful.

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

Subsequently, its massive body disappeared into thin air, as if it had never existed.

Jie Ming's pupils shrank slightly.

He focused his attention, the Eye of Universality and the Fate System operating simultaneously, trying to analyze Clark's combat style.

He saw that the moment those enemies approached Clark, some "thing" on them was extracted.

It seemed that something closer to the essence was directly extracted, and thus their existence as an entire individual also disappeared.

But how did he do it?

What exactly was that thing that was extracted?

Jie Ming couldn't understand it at all.

Clark didn't even raise his hand, didn't chant a spell, and his expression didn't even change.

He just hovered there quietly, like a statue, while the surrounding space was being cleared out circle by circle.

All attacks, all defenses, all struggles, were like children's tricks in front of him.

A Tier 8 Myriad Worlds Alliance commander noticed the anomaly in this area.

It was a giant scaled beast, its body covered in golden scales, its aura even more terrifying than the surrounding Starry Sky Behemoths.

It roared and charged at Clark, an energy ball capable of annihilating a small plane condensing in its mouth.

With the commander's charge, the distance between the two sides shortened.

Ten thousand meters, five thousand meters, one thousand meters...

Then it stopped.

Like the previous Starry Sky Behemoth, its expression changed from ferocious to confused, from confused to fearful.

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

Then it disappeared.

Jie Ming took a deep breath and withdrew his gaze.

Can't understand.

Really can't understand.

Wizards gain combat power through knowledge; not understanding means the opponent's knowledge level far exceeds one's own.

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

The Great Da Guang Xiang was still tirelessly pouring out beams of light, and the cave heaven within his body was still crazily absorbing the remains of those killed creatures.

The Black Giants had completely fallen into a carnival: devouring, evolving, devouring again, evolving again, the aura of the entire race climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jie Ming knew very well that at the current stage, he just needed to do his own job well.

Things at the mentor's level could wait until later.

Inside the Myriad Worlds Alliance command post, the atmosphere had completely changed.

Those commanders who were full of confidence just now now had faces ashen.

The battle reports from the front line were shocking.

After just a short time of contact, the Tier 8 army had lost more than 30%, the Tier 6 and Tier 7 army had lost nearly half, and the opponent's defense line hadn't moved a bit. That wasn't a battle at all; it was a slaughter.

Their attacks landed on the opponent like water droplets on rock; the opponent's attacks landed on them like red-hot iron blocks on snow.

"Retreat." The beast commander's voice was hoarse, "The opponent's strength far exceeds ours; we must retreat!"

No one objected.

Everyone knew that continuing to fight would mean total annihilation.

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

The four major factions had dispatched elite squads at some point, flanking to their rear and sealing the rift exit connecting to the Myriad Worlds Alliance's lair.

Not only that, those squads had even directly infiltrated the other end of the rift and opened fire in their lair.

The light of the explosions shone through the rift into the pupils of every commander.

Their home was gone.

The command post fell into a deathly silence.

Suddenly, sensing something wrong, the beast commander turned his head abruptly to look at the black-robed man who had been sitting quietly in the corner. The black-robed man looked up, revealing a gentle smiling face under the hood.

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

Ten minutes ago, he still felt he had worked with this person.

But now, after experiencing the crushing defeat on the battlefield, the severance of the retreat route, and the explosion of their lair, he finally realized something was wrong.

"You..." His voice stuck in his throat.

The black-robed man stood up, the black robe sliding off his body to reveal a well-tailored silver-white wizard robe.

His face was no longer the blurry face that felt familiar but couldn't be recalled, but a clear face with a composed smile. On the chest of his robe was embroidered a badge that all the commanders present recognized; although they hadn't seen this form, they had all seen it on wizard robes—this was the symbol of a wizard.

"Thank you all for your cooperation." His voice was gentle, carrying a touch of just-right politeness, "Your troop deployments, tactical habits, and retreat routes have all been mastered by us."

Mad killing intent surged in the beast commander's eyes.

It lunged at the wizard, but as soon as its body left the ground, it was pressed back by an invisible force.

It looked down and saw a silver-white rune chain on its chest, the other end of the chain connected to the wizard's finger.

"Don't struggle." The wizard smiled, "Your ending was already destined from the moment you decided to launch an all-out attack." In the distance, the Tier 8 wizards of the four major factions were converging on this area.

Their bodies were stained with the enemy's blood, but their faces carried expressions of wanting more.

Seeing this situation, the surrounding Myriad Worlds Alliance commanders revealed expressions of despair one after another.

They couldn't beat the enemy, and they couldn't escape.

The high-ranking members of the Myriad Worlds Alliance and those defecting wizards had been forced into a desperate situation. ===== CHAPTER 600 =====