Confirming the Search Area

Benjamin did not want to get tangled up with other enemies under the current circumstances.

After all, there were too many enemies around. One careless move could draw even more of them over.

So he simply headed as far away as possible. Once he had left the most intense combat zone, he broke into high-speed flight.

After ten consecutive hours of limit-flight, with Void-Step operating at full force, his figure had nearly become a faint shadow blending into the background.

Only when the intertwined, colliding energy fluctuations in his senses had thinned to the faint buzz of distant mosquitoes did he slowly reduce his speed and land on the leeward side of a low rocky hill.

After doing a quick calculation in his mind, he estimated that he was now roughly 1.2 million kilometers from the Noren Workshop defensive line.

Benjamin raised his head and looked toward the horizon.

Even from such a great distance, faint flashes of light still flickered behind the clouds in the direction of the main battlefield.

The residual waves of all manner of elements and energies were like an unceasing heartbeat. Though weak, they continued to reach him in intermittent pulses.

"To think they can carry this far. Looks like the fighting on the main battlefield is pretty deadlocked." Benjamin smacked his lips.

But it was perfectly normal when he thought about it. Noren Workshop intended to hit the other side hard, but who could say whether the other side had not planned to use those harassing legions as bait, turning around to ambush Noren Workshop instead?

Given the intelligence and cunning of wizards, it was perfectly normal for them to nest schemes within schemes.

So in the end, it still came down to the hard power of both sides.

"Still, the camp's facilities have