The moment Benjamin finished speaking, the heavens changed.
The once-gray sky was instantly swallowed by a sheet of pure white. It was not elemental light, but information so dense it had nearly solidified.
Countless streams of information poured down like waterfalls, enveloping the entire Ship Plane.
The white waterfalls of information churned and surged endlessly. Benjamin merely glanced upward, and a sharp pain stabbed through his Spirit Sea.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Ashen Heart Martin's voice resounded through heaven and earth.
But the enemy's attack came too quickly.
Benjamin suddenly felt his body sink—the gravity had changed.
The previously normal gravity instantly soared: three times, five times, ten times... In the blink of an eye, it had risen beyond fifty times.
The surrounding wizards frowned one after another. Some of the low-level wizards in the Expeditionary Force, those unskilled in strengthening their bodies, could not help dropping to one knee.
Then came the temperature.
The air around them was cold as an ice cellar one moment, hot as a furnace the next.
The alternation between heat and cold was so rapid that there was no time to adjust. Some low-level wizards had already begun bleeding from their noses and mouths.
Elemental activity was fluctuating wildly as well.
Benjamin could feel the fire elements around him turning so violent one moment that they seemed ready to explode, then falling so silent the next that they seemed not to exist at all.
Such extreme changes made every wizard deeply connected to the elements feel like vomiting blood.
But these were merely appetizers.
The true killing move was the white pillar of light descending from the sky.
"That is... a formatting attack!"
A high-level wizard cried out in alarm, clearly recognizing the method of attack.
The instant the pillar descended, the defensive wizard