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

Jemin led his legion forward, passing one bat-man city after another along the way.

These cities varied in size, with some having only tens of thousands of inhabitants and others covering entire valleys.

The bat-people's buildings are constructed from biological materials, densely packed shell structures piled together like giant termite mounds overgrown with wasteland. But regardless of size, every city will launch an attack without hesitation the moment it sees the Jemin Legion.

Those bat-men poured out from every corner of the city, rushing headlong into death.

Jemin stood in the center of the legion, watching the bat-men rush in like a black tsunami, only to fall in droves under the fists of the black giants and the breath of the dragon-blooded mushroom men.

Their deaths were meaningless, but they showed no sign of stopping.

As the first group fell, the next group continued to charge forward, stepping over the corpses of their fallen comrades.

This utterly fearless madness confirmed one thing for Jemin: all the bat-people in this world were likely controlled by the Holy Spirit Clan. Their consciousness had long been devoured by the biological tentacles; what now existed in these bodies were merely extensions of the Holy Spirit Clan's will.

"Accelerate the advance; there's no need to get entangled with these puppets," Jemin ordered.

The legion's marching speed increased dramatically.

The Black Giants abandoned their plan to clear out strongholds along the way and instead opted for a direct assault.

Even if the legion did not attack intentionally, the elemental ripples it stirred up as it passed by were enough to raze the cities along the way to the ground in a very short time.

The corpses of the bat-men piled up like mountains, and dark red blood flowed across the grayish-brown ground, converging into winding streams. A few days later, Jemin's legion arrived at the outskirts of the holy city.

Ahead lay a massive fortress.

It stands in the middle of a vast plain, with towering walls on all four sides, made of layers upon layers of biological carapaces.

Behind this fortress, clouds and mist rose from nowhere.

According to the information obtained by Jemin through soul searching, that cloud of mist is the true boundary of the Holy City.

On the city wall, the bat-men were densely packed together, a dark, overwhelming mass, so numerous that they could not be counted with the naked eye.

They held weapons, their wings spread, and they formed a defensive formation.

Besides these weak and feeble bat-men, there were tens of thousands of enormous constructs standing between the city walls.

Each of those constructs was tens of meters tall, pieced together from thick biological carapaces, with sturdy limbs and intertwined biological tentacles wrapped around their joints.

The energy fluctuations they emitted were comparable to those of a level seven creature.

"Oh? It seems this is all the technological support the Holy Spirit Clan has given them."

Jemin glanced at it and immediately understood the Holy Spirit Clan's purpose: to test them.

This fortress in front of us is not for defense; it's for testing.

Those bat-men were just expendable; those constructs were the real test subjects.

"Although you appear arrogant, you're actually quite cautious in your actions. But... want to see my trump card?"

Jemin hovered directly above the legion, his gaze passing over the fortress walls and looking towards the purple clouds in the distance.

A cold smile crept across his lips: "Then let me show you."

He opened his right hand, and colorless light gathered in his palm.

Then, it erupted!

A blinding beam of light shot out from his palm and then spread outwards, causing the space itself to tremble wherever it passed.

The entire fortress crumbled silently.

The biological carapace rapidly disintegrated. The enormous constructs seemed to sense something and tried to activate themselves, but all their actions became futile the moment the light enveloped them.

The bats didn't even have time to let out a scream before they vanished from the world along with the entire fortress.

After Jemin withdrew his hand, all that remained in front of him was a patch of scorched earth that was perfectly hemispherical indentation.

Where the fortress once stood, not a single intact stone can be found now.

The wind blew from afar, stirring up the dust from the scorched earth and forming a swirling column of dust across the open plain.

"Keep going," Jemin said.

The legion has restarted.

The black giants advanced through the scorched earth, while the dragon-blooded mushroom people spread out on both sides.

Jemin hovered above the legion, his gaze calmly fixed on the direction of the Holy City.

He knew that the image of that attack must have already been transmitted back by the Holy Spirit Clan or Bat-men in the distance who were responsible for intelligence gathering.

that's the truth.

On a hill hundreds of kilometers from the fortress, several bat-men lay crouching in a crevice in the rocks, their eyes filled with an uncontrollable fear.

They witnessed firsthand the entire fortress vanish in the light, a power far beyond their comprehension. Even though their understanding had been permanently altered by the parasitic tentacles in their brains, they still felt an instinctive fear in the face of such terrifying power.

They turned and fled towards the holy city with all their might, the sound of their wings flapping rapidly and chaotically in the wind.

They want to take everything they just saw back with them!

On the other side, Jemin had just led his legion into the border of the Holy City when he sensed something was wrong.

A very thin layer of mist hung in the air, slightly purplish in color, but odorless and not even obstructing vision. However, the moment Jemin came into contact with the mist, he activated his True Illusion-Piercing Eyes, marking out the layers of information on it.

"Hmph, just trying to be clever." Looking at the information analyzed by the True Illusion Eye, Jieming sneered.

However, Jemin showed no intention of stopping; instead, he ordered the legion to accelerate its advance.

Soon, Jemin led his legion through the fog without any hindrance and arrived at the core area of ​​the holy city.

The first thing that catches the eye is a city a hundred times more magnificent than the previous fortress.

Against the backdrop of the surrounding fog, the entire city seemed to float above a sea of ​​clouds.

The building material is still the familiar animal shell, but it is arranged in an unexpectedly artistic way, like a blooming flower.

In the center of the city stands a gigantic spherical building. Through its translucent shell, one can vaguely see tentacles wriggling slowly inside.

Above the Holy City, more than a dozen phantom images of Holy Spirit Kings floated.

Each phantom was thousands of meters tall, exuding a suffocatingly terrifying aura.

When Jemin saw these phantoms, he laughed: "I didn't expect you to actually dare to face me in your real form. I thought you only dared to use these scruffy animals to stop me."

"How dare you!"

Upon hearing what Jemin said, the phantoms all turned their gazes toward Jemin's location.

They looked down at Jemin's army from their high vantage point, their compound eyes gleaming with scrutiny.