Jeming couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. To obtain as much resources and knowledge as possible, wizards really racked their brains, even paying attention to the psychological issues of the planes they invaded.
"It's like playing with children!"
He withdrew his gaze and began observing this unfamiliar yet vibrant plane.
The air was filled with dense and chaotic energy.
The atmosphere was marked with remnants of runes left by witchcraft, but more prevalent was the native natural energy and divine energy of the Elorcia Plane.
They intertwined like two rivers, clashing and merging in the air, forming a unique energy field.
Clearly, after prolonged battles, the rules of this plane had begun to be eroded by the wizards.
Even if these apprentices didn't take any effective actions, the plane would inevitably fall to the wizards after a few more years of stalemate.
