In the void, the variegated energy turbulence roils like a boiling ocean.
The torrent composed of the Wizard Legion, carrying countless forms of alchemy creations, elemental lives, and contracted creatures, is gradually pushing the forces of the Giant Spirit Realm toward the barrier upon which their plane relies for survival.
The colorful witchcraft brilliance and the crude energy cannon fire from the warships of the Giant Spirit Realm, along with the savage breath of giant beasts, weave and collide, exploding into ripples of destruction.
The army of the Giant Spirit Realm indeed possesses astonishing tenacity.
Even as the front line shrinks constantly, and formations are repeatedly torn apart, there remains no hint of collapse.
Moreover, those battleships cast from unknown metals and the hill-like massive beasts continue surging forth like tides from the gap in the plane's barrier below.
