Elsewhere, within the Mushroom People Plane.
Faced with the commotion in the sky, the plane's response was eerily silent.
Time in the Endless Chaotic Void was distorted. To the wizards outside the Plane Barrier, it might have been no more than a few seconds of waiting.
Yet for the creatures within this plane, the time that had passed outside might already have amounted to months, or even years.
Even after such a long time, however, the enormous upheaval in the sky had failed to provoke any response.
Not until the wizards' cannon fodder army charged in.
The instant the cannon fodder units in the sky squeezed into the plane, the Mushroom People sleeping nearby suddenly sprang up.
They had not been awakened by the sounds of battle, but by the scent of food.
The flesh-and-blood bodies of the cannon fodder units gave off a rich organic scent they had never smelled before.
To the Mushroom People, who had been starving for countless years, that scent was like suddenly catching the fragrance of water in a parched desert, making their entire bodies tremble.
More than a hundred thousand Mushroom People abruptly pulled themselves from the sand and rocks, the tentacles along the edges of their grayish-brown rocky caps writhing madly with hunger.
Like a swarm of locusts surging out of the earth, they crazily pounced toward the vanguard of the Cannon Fodder Legion.
However, their average levels were simply too low.
Most were merely ordinary civilians at Level 2 or Level 3, and they had slept through famine for far too long. The energy reserves within their bodies had long fallen to their lowest point.
Against nearly a million cannon fodder units carefully cultivated by the Wizard Legion, the charge of those hundred thousand Mushroom People was like a wave crashing