I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 686: I Say, The Advantage Is Mine

In the vast, unfathomable emptiness of the void, more than a thousand warships, their hulls a dull silver-gray, advanced with deliberate slowness.

These vessels, like a formidable arrowhead, sliced through the turbulent, chaotic elements, their cold, dim light reflecting off their icy surfaces. Their path was set towards a faint, golden luminescence that stretched across the heavens far ahead.

After what seemed like an extended period of navigation, the grand fleet found itself less than a thousand kilometers from the Infernal Sulfur Plane's boundary.

Three colossal capital ships, designated as sixth-level, formed the apex of their triangular formation. Like immovable mountains, they provided a protective shield for hundreds of auxiliary ships nestled within.

Every vessel’s prow was precisely aimed at their target. Though their weapon ports were silent, they projected an aura of immense power, akin to a legion of colossal metallic beasts poised for the kill.

Within the flagship, the 'Deep Root'.

Flowing currents of deep blue luminescence moved languidly through the command deck. Suspended in the air was an intricate celestial map, accompanied by a cascade of data streams resembling waterfalls.

The commander stood in his customary position before the main controls.

His head, fashioned from a silver-gray metallic crown of branches, swayed with gentle rhythm. Eight eyes, like faceted crystals, mirrored the unfolding scene of the battlefield.

On an adjacent screen, real-time reports detailing battle damage were continuously updated.

Their voyage had not been without significant challenges. The assaults from the opposition had been relentless, occurring in successive, unyielding waves.

During the preceding advances, numerous enemies resembling monstrous black behemoths had executed no fewer than a dozen suicidal charges.

In one particularly brutal onslaught, several of these obsidian behemoths managed to breach a reinforced shield on one flank, a defensive measure bolstered by the proximity of escort vessels.

This aggressive maneuver inflicted substantial losses upon the fleet, with several escort ships sustaining severe damage.

One particularly unfortunate escort vessel was nearly ripped asunder when its protective shield finally failed.

Although the warship’s damage control mechanisms were promptly engaged, the combat crew embarked on it endured casualties exceeding thirty percent in a distressingly short span. But… that was the extent of it.

Remarkably, despite enduring such intense enemy aggression, the fleet’s formation remained uncompromised, and the capital ships emerged entirely unscathed.

This indicated a decisive shift in the balance of power!

“The enemy's offensive fervor has noticeably waned,” the commander declared.

With a slow movement, he extended a tentacle and gently tapped the star map thrice.

This particular gesture was a significant signal within their civilization, conveying the message, “the situation is stable.”

“During the initial phases of their assault, the majority of the attacks featured individuals of the fifth-level.”

“However, that most recent wave…”

His crystalline eyes shifted subtly, capturing the internal illumination of the warship.

“The vast majority of the attacking groups comprised only fourth-level individuals. Not a single fifth-level entity was detected.”

“Indeed. The enemy’s numbers, their attack density, and the overall intensity of their assaults have all diminished,” the adjutant confirmed, his tentacles moving with remarkable speed across the data nodes, his voice betraying a hint of exhilaration.

“It appears Your Excellency’s assessment was entirely accurate. This world is nearing its absolute limit.”

“The enemy’s defensive reactions suggest that their formidable high-tier combat capabilities have likely been depleted. Consequently, upon breaching the plane barrier, we should anticipate minimal organized resistance.”

Upon hearing this, the commander produced a low, rustling sound – the unique expression of amusement generated by the friction of his tentacles against his branch-like crown.

“Maintain a degree of optimism, but do not become complacent,” the seasoned commander cautioned his adjutant, a well-ingrained habit. “A civilization capable of nurturing fifth-level lifeforms would surely possess contingency plans.”

Despite his cautionary words, the extremities of the commander’s tentacles curved slightly upwards.

It was evident he harbored no genuine apprehension.

“Nevertheless… we must seize this moment and not allow excessive prudence to make us hesitate.”

The commander tilted his head back, his gaze fixed upon the faintly glowing golden barrier displayed on the screen.

“Once the world’s protective barrier is overcome, the initiative will irrevocably fall into our hands.”

“Even if those monstrous black entities still possess some latent power, they will be incapable of mounting any significant challenge.”

As he articulated these words, the fleet drew perilously close to the subtle golden expanse of the plane barrier.

Observing this proximity, the commander abruptly struck the controls with a decisive tentacle movement.

“All units within the fleet…”

“Initiate the World Penetration Protocol.”

A resonant hum filled the air!

The instant the command was issued, over a thousand warships simultaneously blazed with a profound azure luminescence.

This time, however, the deep blue light did not signify outgoing cannon fire.

Emerging from the prow of each vessel, a minuscule point of blue light, no larger than the tip of a needle, gradually coalesced.

Swiftly thereafter, this point of light began to spin, its volume expanding at an accelerated rate.

Soon, these luminous points transformed into rapidly rotating vortices of energy.

Under the flagship’s direction, these individual energy vortices swiftly merged, forming a singular, colossal energy vortex.

This final, massive vortex expanded outwards with great speed, manifesting as invisible rings of pure energy that relentlessly impacted the plane barrier before them.

This represented the distinctive plane-breaching technology of the Tentacle Tree Civilization.

As a civilization that had successfully traversed beyond their native plane, they possessed an inherent understanding of the existence and nature of planar boundaries.

To overcome this unseen barrier and dismantle the "chains" that bound them to their own realm, the Tentacle Tree Civilization had devised numerous advanced methods. The technique currently being employed by the fleet was their civilization's pinnacle achievement, the "World Breaching Technology," which operated on multi-frequency energy resonance penetration.

Put simply, this involved meticulously adjusting the energy resonance frequency until it aligned with the plane barrier's natural resonance, thereby creating an opening to pierce through.

Tens of thousands of energy vortices, meticulously synchronized by the immense computational power of the warships, pulsed in unison with perfectly identical frequencies.

Invisible waves of resonance propagated through the void, striking the plane barrier with formidable force.

The faintly glowing golden barrier immediately began to ripple, displaying concentric circles of undulations.

The surrounding elements of the plane responded in kind, culminating in a breathtaking display as if the entire world had started to tremble.

Within the Infernal Sulfur Plane.

The Main Altar.

At the heart of a vast expanse of sulfurous flames stood a colossal black altar.

Scorching air currents swept by, carrying the pungent aroma of burning lava mingled with the atmosphere.

Jie Ming stood atop the altar's highest point, his form seamlessly integrated with the surrounding heavens and earth.

Through the ethereal state achieved by the Great Void Step, he no longer appeared as a distinct individual but rather as an intrinsic part of the very environment.

Even at such proximity, the imposing black giant priests could only discern their master's whereabouts through the faith imprints within the Fate Subsystem. If even these formidable beings struggled to pinpoint their master, there was virtually no hope for the enemy warships, which were limited to mere optical observation of the plane's interior.

The golden vertical eye situated between Jie Ming's brows slowly opened.

His vision instantly extended for tens of thousands of kilometers, fixing its gaze upon the fleet positioned beyond the plane.

Concurrently, immense volumes of data streamed from countless recording crystals, being transmitted and synchronized directly into his consciousness via the spiritual network.

The "fallen" black giants had successfully retrieved a treasure trove of intelligence. After meticulous compilation by the black giant priests, this information continuously flowed back.

Details such as gun specifications, energy accumulation cycles, formation coordination, communication lag, and the command structure linking the flagship to its escort vessels were all included…

Owing to the adaptive evolutionary talent acquired through extensive utilization of the Entropy Brain, Jie Ming was spared the necessity of manual data processing. Each piece of information was automatically organized the very moment it was transmitted.

Thousands of disparate data fragments were meticulously sorted in the blink of an eye.

His mental processing capabilities, now far exceeding the Dao Integration Realm, had transformed Jie Ming's brain into a high-speed super-mainframe.

Reviewing such pre-organized data could scarcely be considered a drain on his time.

"Not bad."

He uttered softly, a subtle note of satisfaction coloring his voice.

Jie Ming's primary satisfaction stemmed from his meticulously crafted "luring the enemy" stratagem.

The intensity of the black giants' assaults had been precisely calibrated. They could not be too feeble, lest the enemy grow suspicious of a trap. Simultaneously, they couldn't be overwhelmingly powerful, as that would undoubtedly deter the enemy and cause them to retreat directly.

It was crucial for the adversary to perceive that they were incurring costs, yet costs still within an acceptable threshold. Only then would they willingly fall into this meticulously laid trap.

And at this juncture, it appeared his plan… his execution… was flawless!