Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Twelve fireballs howled down from the sky, trailing long tails of flame as they smashed into the dense Native formations below.
In the blink of an eye, Benjamin's focus had already shifted to the next group of Rune Artifacts.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Another twelve fireballs!
In another instant, the third group of Rune Artifacts activated.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Another twelve fireballs!
With Benjamin's current formidable mental strength and terrifying processing power, while maintaining the defenses and flight around him, he could activate three Fireball-Type Rune Artifacts at once. At their limit, each Rune Artifact could release four fireballs per round.
He divided the remaining nine Attack-Type Rune Artifacts into three groups and activated them in rotation.
That meant that, in theory, Benjamin could bombard the ground below without interruption at the terrifying rate of thirty-six fireballs per second!
Such millisecond-precise switching was an enormous test of Benjamin's mental endurance and processing power.
Yet, relying on mental strength far surpassing that of other apprentices, he forcibly maintained this hellish rhythm of spellcasting.
This was firepower that ordinary Wizard Apprentices could not even imagine—a ceaseless, unending, nearly inexhaustible torrent of magic!
Below, the Indigenous Coalition's all-out assault had just begun. Their momentum was like a rainbow piercing the heavens, and they were about to crush the apprentices' final line of defense.
Yet what awaited them was not the apprentices' feeble resistance, but... death descending from the zenith.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Terrifying explosions rose and fell in endless succession, and the earth trembled beneath the bombardment of countless fireballs.
Flames shot into the sky, dyeing the entire valley blood-red. The intense heat instantly vaporized the soil and vegetation, leaving behind patches of charred craters.
The Indigenous Coalition's prized dense formations collapsed in an instant beneath this indiscriminate blanket of