Cultivating in the Wizard World-Chapter 335 - 301: Dreamscape

High-altitude battlefield, the dazzling and deadly collision of Laws continued, but the situation had already become clear.

Twelve Sixth Level Wizards, with their exquisite mastery of Laws and absolute control over the rhythm of battle, firmly suppressed the Giant Spirit Realm Seventh Level Powerhouses, whose numbers far exceeded their own.

Although victory was only a matter of time, the emergence of a dozen Seventh Level auras rapidly approaching from afar added a new twist to this high-tier combat.

Dixon, who had been quietly observing the changes, shook his head slightly, seemingly a bit dissatisfied with the "efficiency" of his subordinates.

He no longer waited, slowly raised his right hand, and made a seemingly casual downward press towards the Giant Spirit Realm powerhouses below who were locked in furious combat and roaring repeatedly.

There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, no manifestation of Twisted Space Laws.

But at the moment his palm pressed down, the movements of those dozens of Giant Spirit Realm Seventh Level Powerhouses fiercely battling the Sixth Level Wizards all froze simultaneously!

The leader, the largest mechanical giant, whose internal operator—a battle-hardened veteran who had participated in dozens of external Plane conquests, felt the surrounding scene suddenly blur and twist!

The familiar metal sky, the fiery explosions, the formidable enemies...

All of it faded in an instant, replaced by a bizarre world with colors indescribable in words.

"Is this... a Mental Attack? Illusion Technique?" The warning bells in the old general’s heart rang loudly, and his rich experience made him immediately aware that something was wrong with his state.

He tried to mobilize the various anti-interference modules and soul stabilizing devices built into the mechanical puppet, only to be horrified to find that all feedback showed "normal."

Yet, his perception clearly told him that he was in a completely unfamiliar environment!

How could this be?!

In his understanding, any illusion-based ability had an energy level cap, making it nearly impossible to affect the soul perception of powerhouses of the same level.

Unless...

Before he could figure it out, a twisted figure slowly condensed in the chaos in front of him, finally solidifying—it was another "him"!

Armored identically, wielding identical weapons, even the mental fluctuations were no different!

"Tricks of the trade!" The old general shouted angrily, driving the puppet to slash with its sword.

However, when the blades clashed, an incredibly real massive backlash was transmitted back, causing the transmission structures in his arm to emit a humming, strained noise!

"It’s not just a simple illusion?!" His heart was severely shaken.

The real tactile sensation, the real energy feedback, these had completely surpassed his understanding of illusions.

Subsequently, one after another, twisted phantoms emerged from the chaos.

He recognized them—they were the powerful enemies he had personally cut down in his long career, top entities from different Planes and different civilizations!

They rushed at him with the resentment and madness from their lifetimes!

Feeling that familiar and deadly threat, the old general dared not be negligent, instinctively unleashing all his power, wielding the giant sword to meet the battle.

Every strike was heavy and forceful, every move was perilous.

It was as if he had returned to those arduous and extraordinary battlefields, facing a siege of enemies many times his number alone.

"No! I cannot be trapped here!" The long-lost shadow of death loomed over his heart.

He roared, willing to burn his life essence to gain a burst of power beyond limits!

Crack...

With a burst of power that surpassed limits, the bizarre world around him shattered like a mirror, inch by inch!

He felt his soul lighten, as if breaking free from some shackle, finally "returning" to reality.

With a sharp gaze, he observed that the enemies opposite seemed to have suffered backlash, their movements showing obvious sluggishness, and their auras becoming significantly disordered.

"What a great opportunity!" The old general was overjoyed.

Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime chance, he drove the puppet like a stream of destructive light, the giant sword carrying the determination to cut through everything, fiercely slashing towards the nearest Sixth Level Wizard!

Schlick!

The sword light flashed, and the wizard seemed unable to react, their head soaring high into the air.

First kill!

And the first kill of an enemy powerhouse!

The old general’s spirits were greatly lifted, pursuing the attack, his sword light streaking across, cutting down several more of the "wounded" wizards!

Thereafter, following the scattered mental information of the wizards as they fell into defeat, he actually reverse tracked to the "world coordinates" they belonged to.

The subsequent events unfolded logically.

He led the Giant Spirit Realm army on an expedition to that "Wizard World."

With the prestige established by slaying formidable enemies, he advanced triumphantly, easily subjugating that world.

There, he found countless rare high-level resources, his power rapidly advancing, ultimately even reaching a level on par with the great "Koger"!

After a round of "arduous and extraordinary" battles, he eventually defeated "Koger," becoming the new Master of the World in the Giant Spirit Realm!

Power in hand, all submit...

Reality, high in the sky.

Dixon looked expressionlessly at the dozens of massive mechanical puppets below, as if someone had pressed a pause button, standing still in place.

The energy luster on their surface dimmed, the internal soul fluctuations became steady and sluggish, and they even emitted a series of energy snores resembling deep sleep.

He shook his head gently, his tone carrying a trace of imperceptible disappointment, "The resistance level is unexpectedly poor, the soul barriers seem solid but are internally full of gaps and ravines of desire. Most couldn’t even see through the second layer of the dreamscape, and the highest one only struggled to the seventh layer of the dreamscape..."

He gestured with a wave of his hand, instructing Balsa and other Sixth Level Wizards beside him, who were also somewhat stunned, "Seal them well. These samples hold no meaning for me, they’re yours."

The Sixth Level Wizards immediately stepped forward gratefully, skillfully casting various imprisonment witchcraft, thoroughly sealing those Giant Spirit Realm Seventh Level Powerhouses immersed in beautiful dreams without any resistance.

Having solved the high-tier trouble, while the remaining enemies had yet to arrive, Dixon’s gaze turned towards the Giant Spirit Realm land below.

His brow slightly furrowed.

Just as the high-altitude situation settled, sudden changes erupted on the expansive battlefield and in the massive metal city below!

As if emerging from the underground or seemingly appearing directly from the void, numerous new enemies, no less than the previous legion, suddenly appeared on the flanks and rear of the Wizard Legion engaged in mopping up remaining enemies and consolidating their positions!

These newly appeared enemies were of even stranger forms, some resembling flowing liquid metal, others semi-transparent energy bodies.

More were elite mechanical units covered with optical camouflage that had been in a dormant state until now.

Upon their appearance, they launched a fierce surprise attack on the somewhat unprepared Wizards!

In an instant, the Wizard ground army, which had just gained the upper hand, fell into a sudden melee.

The sounds of explosions, the roars of witchcraft, and the tearing of metal once again resounded through this steel jungle.

Dixon’s gaze turned icy; it seemed this landing battle was far from over.