I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

When Jemin finished dealing with the other miscellaneous matters at the temporary base and stepped out, the outside world had changed completely. The sky above was covered by dense shadows, and various cannon fodder legions were taking off one after another, dispersing in different directions under the guidance of their respective masters and commanders.

Clark's Shadow Dragon Legion had already departed, thousands of shadow dragons weaving through the clouds, their massive bodies leaving trails in the sky. Wizard Augusta, meanwhile, led Bert Vera Augusta and his swarm of cannon fodder northwards.

Mrs. Castillo's legion chose a different direction. Before leaving, she waved to Jemin, her smile as radiant as if she were on a spring outing. Viola was also preparing to depart.

Behind her followed a mixed legion of cannon fodder, not too many in number, but each unit exuded a fierce aura. She walked up to Jemin, her tone unusually serious:

"Be careful, don't be reckless. The enemies in this plane cluster are not weak."

Jemin nodded. "Understood."

Viola didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards her legion.

Her legion slowly rose into the air and soon merged into the overwhelming torrent in the sky, flying eastward.

Jemin stood there, watching all the wizards leave, until only his own legion remained in the sky, still orderly regrouping.

The black giant priests were busy directing the black giant legion and the dragon-blooded mushroom man legion to capture and "pack" all the creatures in this area, and then continuously transport them back to the Infernal Sulfur Plane on the other side of the space passage.

Whether they were native creatures of this world or alien species that poured in through the spatial passage, they were all captured without discrimination. Jemin watched the captured creatures disappear into the passage, silently planning his next move.

The reason they seemed to be doing so well before was because they had been hiding inside the human world, with Karl, the strongest human, at the forefront.

Karl's reputation was enough to deter advanced civilizations from launching large-scale, blatant invasions.

But that doesn't mean this interdimensional war will be easy.

Just by looking at the lineup of wizards this time, you can tell how intense the battles will be in the future.

All those who came were high-level wizards, at least elites of level six; not a single low-level wizard participated.

This in itself says a lot.

Jemin had spent so many years in the wizarding civilization and participated in many interdimensional wars, but those wars were on a completely different level from the situation in the world before him.

In conventional interdimensional wars, battlefields where wizards below level six can participate often don't even feature a single level eight creature. He at least has the status of an elite combat unit, but even so, the vast majority of interdimensional wars he encounters are no more than clashes between level seven creatures.

Intelligence in this world indicates that each of those advanced civilizations possesses tens of thousands of level-eight beings.

While wizarding civilizations do need to select lower-level wizards to acquire higher-level ones, that doesn't mean they should be sent to their deaths.

Wizards below level six wouldn't even have the chance to escape when facing a battlefield of this level, so from the beginning there was no intention to find low-level wizards to fill the army.

"My lord, all biological samples in this area have been captured."

The black giant priest's voice brought Jemin back to his senses, drawing his attention back to his legion:

"Pass the word down: consolidate the legion and allocate half of its forces to help Karl save humanity in this world."

"yes!"

After giving the order, Jemin assessed his own condition.

As expected, the original body was still suppressed by some kind of force after entering this world.

That was this world's rejection of the existence of another world, but the degree was much milder than he had expected.

"It seems that even after gaining Karl's approval, wizards are still favored by the fundamental power of this world plane." He opened his eyes, lost in thought.

As the strongest being in the entire plane, Karl's recognition is equivalent to an endorsement from the native world, granting the invaders of the wizarding civilization a certain degree of "legitimacy" in this world.

The origin of the plane no longer regards wizards as pure outcasts, but begins to include them within the acceptable sphere.

This is good news, meaning that his physical body can exert a higher level of combat power in this world than he expected.

As for Jemin's first target, it was naturally the Holy Spirit Clan.

The reason we didn't let Karl destroy the Holy Spirit Clan's teleportation array was precisely for this step.

The other wizards were also well aware of his intentions, so they did not hunt in this area, but instead went in other directions.

Soon, Jemin led the integrated legion toward the spatial passage where the Holy Spirit King had descended.

That area has been completely changed.

The spatial passage through which the Holy Spirit Clan descended has been sealed, leaving only extremely faint spatial ripples in the void.

This might be troublesome for other civilizations.

But to Jemin, these ripples were like footprints left on the beach, so clear they were almost traceable.

"It looks like it's closed quite thoroughly." Jemin hovered where the passage had once been, and activated his True Illusion Breaking Eyes to the fullest extent, analyzing the remaining spatial ripples layer by layer.

Although the passage is closed, as long as the Holy Spirit Clan has not completely abandoned this spatial passage, traces will remain in the spatial structure. Those traces will not easily disappear, especially since a spatial passage that can pass through an eighth-level being has a spatial structure far more complex than an ordinary spatial rift.

But precisely because of this, more information is left behind.

Jemin reached out and swept his hand across the air, his fingertips leaving a trail of runes.

He needs to find the structural data of the channel and then deduce the coordinates of the plane where the Holy Spirits are located.

This process will take some time, but for Jemin, it's just a hassle, not a difficulty.

"Someone come here!" he called out.

A level six black giant priest strode forward, his chest raised and mouth slightly open: "My lord."

"Have your men set up a perimeter around this area. Intercept any creatures that approach, whether native or otherworldly." "Yes, sir." The priest bowed and withdrew, quickly going to make the arrangements.

Jemin refocused his attention on analyzing the spatial ripples.

The Holy Spirit race's spatial portal technology is quite unique, unlike any other civilization he has ever seen.

It was a hybrid system somewhere between biological instinct and advanced technology, filled with the unique adaptive characteristics of the Holy Spirit race. Jemin spent several hours extracting the key spatial parameters remaining in the space one by one.

Then close your eyes and begin to reconstruct the complete structure of that passage in your mind.

"Found it."

Suddenly, Jemin opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He raised his hand, and runes flowed from his fingertips, laying out a spatial array in the void that resembled the structure of the Holy Spirit Clan's spatial passage. The array slowly rotated, and spatial ripples began to gather again.

After a brief silence, the sealed crack began to show signs of loosening again.

As Jemin watched the crack widen, a cold glint flashed in his eyes:

"Order the entire army to attack!"