On the battlefield, Jeming was surrounded at the center by about ten thousand wizards, forming a moving core of destruction.

He fully activated the [Great Light Appearance] array, casting optimized witchcraft tailored for enemy concentration onto the densest areas of the enemy troops, clearing entire swathes of enemies with every flash.

Meanwhile, the wizards around him acted like the most loyal guards and sharp spearheads, either wielding giant weapons glowing with enchantment brilliance or driving large mechanical bodies, fearlessly charging and tearing open the enemy’s defensive line.

During pauses in maintaining high-intensity firepower output, Jeming couldn’t help but be distracted by observing the group charge of the wizard legion.

After all, most of the time, wizards are long-range damage dealers, and such group charges are rare.

In the lower airspace, those Sixth Level and Fifth Level Wizards, usually hidden away, now faced the high-tier mechanical constructs from the Giant Spirit Realm or mind-warping entities from the Mind Realm without fear... rolling up their sleeves!

Some transformed into energy giants to punch and kick, others manipulated gigantic witchcraft artifacts for close combat, and some even unfurled their wings, using clawed appendages to tear enemies apart!

Below, in the main battleground, the situation was overwhelmingly one-sided.

The Giant Spirit Realm’s legion, which prided itself on integrating multiple biological advantages for close combat effectiveness, crumbled like paper before these seemingly "frail" wizards!

The wizards showcased physical strength, speed, defense, and various strange close combat skills, completely overturning the native appreciation of the Giant Spirit Realm.

In the advanced battlefield, the high-tier giant beasts that wizards transformed into could smash apart the war giants of the Giant Spirit Realm with a single swipe.

On the low-tier battlefield, wizards wearing power armor could easily punch through the thick armor of enemy mechanical units with their metal fists.

And those specializing in psychic shock from the Mind Realm had it worst; their spiritual power, once extended, would immediately be detected by the sharp-witted wizards and countered with even more violent, pure spiritual power.

This led to the Mind Realm’s troops suffering from spiritual damage at best, becoming listless, and at worst, having their cores directly explode, turning into null points of light.

The only trouble was that clearing the enemy was indeed slower compared to the previous widespread coverage of witchcraft.

After all, relying solely on physical means requires eliminating enemies one punch, one kick, one shot at a time.

Even when wizards occasionally use giant mecha to launch energy cannons or transform into giant beasts to shoot beams, their range and frequency can’t compare to the previous witchcraft sea.

Thus, wizards like Jeming, who can still maintain efficient area-of-effect attacks, find their burdens unusually heavy.

Jeming had to focus intensely, pushing the output power of [Great Light Appearance] to the limit.

The talisman witchcraft within the array flashed at unprecedented frequencies, and occasionally overloaded units burned and exploded in blinding light.

But he didn’t care, as the automatic factory within his spatial body operated at full speed, instantly recycling damaged talisman witchcraft and rapidly manufacturing new units to fill the gaps.

To further improve output efficiency, he even utilized his lifebound magical treasure, the Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror.

Using the mirror’s powerful computational capability, he coordinated the firing sequence of the talisman witchcraft within the array, enhancing his output efficiency by another level.

However, this resulted in terrifying energy consumption.

In the array behind him, the three metal discs serving as core energy sources visibly depleted their stored energy at an alarming rate.

Jeming had to allocate part of his attention like the most efficient machine, immediately collecting each disc once depleted into his spatial body, connecting it next to the Fourth Level Large Elemental Pool for emergency recharging, while instantly replacing it from the reserve with a fully charged disc.

He could clearly feel that his output had reached a bottleneck.

The issue wasn’t a lack of total energy—the Fourth Level Large Elemental Pool connected to the Elemental Plane within him had an enormous energy reserve.

The problem lay in output power!

This elemental pool, designed to drive super large warframes, struggled to keep up with the terrifying consumption caused by the overloaded operation of [Great Light Appearance]!

"Indeed, in super large-scale warfare, in the end, it all comes down to the most basic resource reserve and energy output..." Jeming realized in his heart.

No matter how exquisite the witchcraft, it boils down to being a method of efficient energy usage, where at a certain consumption level, the foundation determines the ceiling.

Especially in such inter-civilization warfare, where high-tier forces don’t intervene, ultimately it’s a matter of quality warfare.

High in the sky, the battle between Dixon and Koger and Shira had also reached the boiling point.

Dixon’s dark golden body moved like a phantom, freely traversing through Koger’s torrent of metal and Shira’s reality-warping spiritual maze.

His attacks and witchcraft were completely opposite—simple, direct, and violent!

Where the fist landed, Koger’s giant arm constructed of high-strength alloy twisted and deformed.

Where the palm wind passed, Shira’s condensed spiritual entity rippled and dimmed.

Koger had already lost three backup battle armors built with immense resources, and Shira’s spiritual core was covered in cracks.

These two Masters of the World were so pressured by Dixon that they had long lost the will to fight, retaining only one thought—escape!

Finally, they caught the moment Dixon shattered yet another of Koger’s armors with a punch, the old force gone and the new force not yet born, and recklessly burned their origins, unleashing unprecedented strength!

Koger detonated all metal fragments around him to form a destruction storm, while Shira released a spirit scream capable of freezing souls, temporarily forcing back Dixon and Obelus, who had just hammered two golden baboons into the ground.

The four beings quickly regrouped.

Looking at the two Golden Baboons whose golden fur was falling off, faces bruised, and breath weak, Koger’s mental waves were rapid: "Go! Activate emergency escape immediately!"

The two Golden Baboons were already terrified, but had been unable to escape the battle before.

Now with a chance, they instantly activated their civilization’s life-saving device—a hyperspace teleportation rune engraved on their bones.

However, the expected spatial fluctuations did not appear.

The four stared at the glowing but ineffective teleportation rune, a wave of awkward and deadly silence enveloping them.

"Why... why did it fail?!" One Golden Baboon pounded its chest in panic, the rune still dim.

Koger and Shira instantly understood something, a bitter cold freezing their core.

They abruptly looked up, toward the front.

Dixon and Obelus were already clenching their fists, faces showing unabashedly vicious smiles, advancing step by step like beasts targeting prey.

"No—!"

Desperate resistance did not last long.

In face of the absolute power of two Seventh Level Wizards, Koger and Shira, burning life in a desperate struggle, were finally cut off by Dixon’s two hand chops.

Their enormous bodies fell like puppets with cut strings.

Obelus, leveraging the peculiarity of his own Law, successfully captured the two Golden Baboons trying to self-destruct their cores.

With black chains, he tied them up like rice dumplings, held in his hand.

He looked at Dixon: "Lucky, with these two living samples, we should be able to decode the coordinates of the civilization behind them. An Eighth Level civilization skilled in physical strength... very suitable for transforming into new cannon fodder units."

Dixon packed the corpses of the two Masters of the World into space, nodding a bit enviously.

Then he turned his gaze to the still noisy but already losing battlefield below.

"It’s time to end this."

He said lightly, yet his voice clearly transmitted into every wizard’s Magic Network Terminal.

The Wizard Legion engaged in fierce battle immediately retreated like a tide, movements neatly aligned.

Meanwhile, the joint forces of the Giant Spirit Realm and Mind Realm had already discovered the high-altitude battlefield’s conclusion.

Without the command and support of the Masters of the World, despair spread like a plague.

They didn’t even have the energy to pursue the retreating wizards, and the vast army collapsed instantly, falling into complete defeat.

Dixon looked calmly at the endlessly fleeing enemy troops below, and the broad land of the Giant Spirit Realm behind them.

He slowly raised his right hand, and then... lightly pressed down.

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

But at the instant Dixon’s palm swung down, Jeming suddenly felt his body lighten, as if some heavy shackle had abruptly vanished!

He instinctively looked up...

The scene that met his eyes was unforgettable for his entire life.

In front, as far as the eye could see, the land of the Giant Spirit Realm... had vanished!

Not collapsed, not sunk, but as if erased by an impossibly large rubber, wiped completely from the world’s canvas!

Where there should have been mountains, plains, cities, defeated armies, now there was only an absolute, profound void.

The massive "gap" allowed direct view to the chaotic void beyond the plane, vibrant with color and energy!

Jeming’s mind went blank for a moment, then he suddenly realized where that "body lightening" feeling came from—the enormous plane, with a surface area exceeding Jupiter, had half of its entity and mass wiped away under Dixon’s seemingly casual blow!

The sudden mass loss led to instantaneous change in the plane’s gravity!

Silence.

Deathly silence enveloped the remaining battlefield.

Whether the luckier members remaining on the other side of the joint army, or the poised wizards, everyone was awestruck by this power beyond comprehension, losing the ability to speak.

Jeming looked at the void spanning heaven and earth, and the indifferent figure like a deity in the chaos, only one thought remaining in his mind:

"This is... the power of a Seventh Level Wizard? Using knowledge to leverage Laws, in a single thought, reshaping planes, erasing worlds?"

The outcome of the war, with this palm, had no more suspense.