In the tense and brief research intervals, Jeming did not indulge in a moment's rest.
That day, he uploaded the newly completed Magma Giant research report, then donned his magic robe, his figure flickering as he disappeared from the temporary laboratory at the center of the camp.
He did not rest, nor did he communicate with other wizards, but directly went to the battlefield, which was a scene of flesh and gore just a few days ago.
At this moment, the tumultuous aftermath of the landing battle had dissipated, leaving only silence in the air.
But to the keen senses of a wizard, this vast land was not without ripples.
In the past few days of the landing battle, wizard cannon fodder, Magma Giants, and Yetis clashed in this area, flesh and gore flying, energy raging, with the number of slaughtered beings easily reaching millions.
Various energy particles wove together in chaos, forming a massive vortex of chaotic energy in the perception of the wizards.
