The enemy forces are surging faster and faster.

The rift has been torn open beyond repair, with the edges peeling away like broken ice shells, revealing the thick, nearly solid darkness behind.

The darkness is dotted with countless flickering lights, representing the eyes of billions waiting to pass through the rift, driven by a single will, though belonging to different races.

Leading the vanguard is an Eighth Level creature, a Starry Sky Giant Beast of extraordinary size, whose body spans several planes, pulling massive amounts of free Elements with each breath from the void.

Its head has no eyes, only a giant mouth torn open laterally, lined with tens of thousands of teeth, each engraved with Runes emitting ominous red light.

It opens its mouth to issue a silent roar.

That is pure Psychic Shock, enough to instantly shred the Sea of Spirit of Low Tier Wizards.

"Crush them!" Its will reverberates throughout the vanguard corps, "Let these conceited Wizards know the Alliance is the true master of this void!"

Behind it, billions of High Tier creatures simultaneously unleash their strongest aura.

The Starry Sky Giant Beasts stretch their bodies, expanding the rift; Energy Aggregations spin furiously, emitting radiation capable of twisting space.

The assorted creatures flood out like a tsunami, filling the entire void to the brim.

They roar and bellow, demonstrating their power, charging crazily forward under the command of the Starry Sky Giant Beasts, attempting to crush the Wizards' defensive line with sheer numbers.

Then, they hit a wall.

A wall made of flesh and metal.

It's the cannon-fodder units of the four major forces, consisting of billions of artificial puppets, Elemental Creatures, Modified Beasts, battle weapons...

They pour out from the positions of the four major forces, forming impenetrable lines in the endless Chaotic Void.

The Wizards from the Parallel Worlds collectively constrict their pupils when they see these cannon-fodder.

Since most attending the gathering are High Tier Wizards, the quality of these cannon-fodder creatures is also alarmingly high—the lowest being Sixth Level.

The Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms collided head-on.

Sixth Level against Sixth Level, Seventh Level against Seventh Level... The vanguard of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms is horrified to discover that they can't defeat the opposition at the same Level!

What's more troubling is that even the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms wouldn't extravagantly use entirely High Tier creatures as their vanguard.

Among the tides of creatures rolling, writhing, and roaring in the void, the majority are cannon-fodder below Fifth Level.

Of course, for most civilizations, this Level of quality and quantity is already despair-inducing.

They relied on their advantage in quality and quantity to be invincible in past wars.

But now facing the cannon-fodder units dispatched by the Wizard Civilization, they are being doubly crushed in the aspects they prided themselves on—quality and quantity.

Among the vanguard units of the Alliance, squad leaders commanding Fourth and Fifth Level creatures look at the enemy made up of Sixth Level and Seventh Level creatures led by Eighth Level creatures, feeling as if they're primitive humans with wooden clubs facing an armored division.

The first wave of impact is crushed within seconds.

Those creatures below Fifth Level didn't even have the chance to touch the cannon-fodder's armor before being riddled by long-range firepower.

The Sixth and Seventh Level creatures barely reached the front line, but their attacks only sparked when hitting the cannon-fodder units, while the retaliation from the cannon-fodder units can tear them apart.

Several Starry Sky Giant Beasts roar as they charge forward, attempting to crush the line with their size.

But the largest war puppets confront them, though not as large as the Starry Sky Giant Beasts, their power is equally formidable, and more importantly, their numbers vastly exceed the opposition.

Almost ten puppets tie down a single Starry Sky Giant Beast, some holding it back, some attacking, and some repairing damage.

Each attack from the Starry Sky Giant Beast can only repel one or two war puppets, yet more puppets surge up from the rear, filling the gaps and pinning them in place.

The command center of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms floats tens of thousands of kilometers behind the front, modified from the carapace of a giant Starry Sky Giant Beast.

Inside the command center, a dozen figures of various forms sit around a stone table, with real-time footage of the front line projected in the void before them.

The battle situation is dire.

The vanguard has been completely suppressed, with cannon-fodder below Fifth Level suffering heavy losses, and Sixth and Seventh Level units were entangled by the Wizards' cannon-fodder army, unable to break through.

The combat effectiveness of these cannon-fodder units far exceeds expectations; their defenses are absurdly thick, firepower is shockingly intense, and their numbers... how many do they have?

A Lizard Beastman commander suddenly stands up, his tail anxiously slapping the ground: "This isn't right! This isn't the Wizard Civilization we've fought before! Their cannon-fodder is even stronger than our main force!"

"Wasn't it already said, it's another one." A hoarse voice comes from the corner.

It's a humanoid creature wrapped in Black Robes, hood pulled low, obscuring its face.

His voice is calm, carrying an unusual softness that starkly contrasts with the surrounding agitated commanders: "Another, stronger Wizard Civilization."

"Nonsense! I know it's another Wizard Civilization, but wasn't it supposed to be a Parallel World? Why is there such a big difference in battle strength?!!" The Beastman commander shouts, "Now what? Should the vanguard retreat first?"

"Retreat?" Another Energy Aggregation commander lets out a grating laugh, "Where to retreat? The main force hasn't fully passed through the rift, retreat now, and wait for their counterattack?"

The debate continues for a while, without any resolution.

Some advocate retreat, others suggest continued attrition, and some propose dividing forces to flank.

But each plan has its problems.

Retreating means exposing the immature main army, attrition implies implementing a piecemeal strategy, dividing forces means potential piecemeal destruction.

Finally, the Black-robed person rises.

His movements are slow, deliberate, like a drop of oil falling into boiling water.

All eyes are drawn to him.

"I have a proposal." His voice remains gentle, but each word clearly resonates in the ears of all the commanders present, "The opponent's line is so solid because the average Level is above the vanguard."

"Since the vanguard's combat strength is insufficient, why not deploy all High Tier forces at once to crush their line in one go. Don't give them any chance to catch their breath, don't give them any time to react..." He pauses subtly, hinting, "...also don't let them escape."

The command center fell silent for a moment.

Then, the beastman commander slammed the table: "Good! Let's do it this way!"

The other commanders also nodded in agreement.

They did not feel that their overall combat power was at a disadvantage; it was just that their armies had not yet fully deployed.

Fortunately, all high-tier combat forces were already here.

In fact, the combined combat power of those armies behind was probably not as strong as this batch of high-tier forces.

They had not fully engaged before because they were concerned about sustaining too many losses.

But now, since the impact of lower-level combat was limited, and there had already been so much damage, they might as well deploy all high-tier combat forces at once and crush everything.

The decision was passed with astonishing speed.

Commanders immediately stood up and flew to their own legions. Soon, only the black-robed person and one beastman commander were left in the command center.

The beastman was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and turned his head towards the black-robed person, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Do we... know each other?" He tilted his head, examining the black-robed person's silhouette, "I feel like you look familiar, like I've seen you somewhere before."

The black-robed person turned around, revealing a gentle smiling face under the hood.

"Of course, we know each other," he said, "We used to work together."

The beastman commander's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes! I said so!"

He approached enthusiastically and patted the black-robed person's shoulder with his tail: "During the last war, were you with the Third Legion? I remember you; you commanded very well!"

The black-robed person nodded, his smile unchanged: "You're too kind."

The beastman commander laughed heartily, exchanged a few more words, and hurriedly left to gather his troops.

The black-robed person stood in place, watching his figure disappear into the void.

Then he raised his hand, revealing a fair wrist from under the hood.

On his wrist, a small bracelet-like Magic Network Terminal glowed faintly.

"Reply: The guidance task has been completed. The enemy is about to launch a full-scale attack, with all high-tier combat forces mobilizing," he reported the intelligence calmly through spiritual power.

The other side was silent for a second.

Then a voice suppressed with ecstatic joy rang in the Sea of Spirit: "Are you sure?"

"Confirmed."

"Good! Well done!" The voice almost roared, "Everyone, prepare yourselves!"

The black-robed person turned off the Magic Network Terminal and withdrew his hand back into his sleeve.

He looked up towards the distant battle line.

There, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms' armies were regrouping, all Sixth and Seventh Level creatures converging towards the front line.

Ten million-level Eighth Level armies, hundreds of billions of Sixth and Seventh level armies, all pressed forward.

He smiled and turned to walk into the void, his robe fluttering behind.

The atmosphere within the Star Ring Federation's command center had completely changed.

The Eighth Level Wizards who had been complaining about the "excessive cannon fodder consumption" earlier now had eyes shining brightly in excitement.

Some had already started checking their equipment, others were stretching, while some couldn't wait to fly to the front line.

An Eighth Level Wizard couldn't help but nod in admiration: "That old fellow certainly deserves credit for researching Soul Element knowledge all his life; he completed the infiltration and guidance in such a short time..."

"It seems it was correct not to release all Eighth Level cannon fodder units at the start; if their numbers were too large, they might have directly scared the enemy away."

"Full-scale attack?" An Eighth Level Wizard grinned, "Then they won't be able to escape."

The warfare weapons of the four major forces began to surge forward.

The Eighth Level Wizards of the four major forces lined up in the void.

However, to prevent scaring the enemy away, they did not reveal all their appearances.

Only the four hundred peak Eighth Level representatives showed face. Facing the ten million-level Eighth Level armies, they not only showed no fear but laughed as if celebrating.

An Eighth Level Wizard from the Deep Red Royal Court even licked his lips: "So many materials, enough for several years."

The Star Ring Federation Wizard beside him gave him a look: "Can you have some ambition? Those are Eighth Level creatures; capturing them alive is more valuable than killing."

"Who said I want to kill?" The Deep Red Royal Court Wizard revealed a sinister smile, "Capture alive, and use slowly."

The two exchanged glances and laughed simultaneously.

In the void, the ten million-level Eighth Level army of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms had completed its assembly.

They formed a battle line stretching tens of millions of kilometers, leading vast numbers of Seventh and Sixth Level units to press grandly towards the Wizards' position.

Starry Sky Giant Beasts roared silently, Energy Aggregation spun insanely, and the tide of creatures surged like a tsunami.

They aimed to crush everything in one fell swoop.

On the quantum flagship, Felix's projection appeared.

He looked at the enemies covering the skies and maintained his usual calm expression.

"Attention all units. The enemy is about to enter firing range, prepare... free fire."

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