As time passed, the power of the Incense Divinity Path used Benjamin as an anchor, continuously seeping into the depths of this plane along the edges of the cracks in the Plane Barrier.
Wherever it passed, it silently embedded the power of the Incense Divinity Path into the deep laws of this plane.
Benjamin could feel the coverage of the Incense Divinity Path steadily expanding.
With every additional area it covered, his perception of this world became a little clearer.
At the same time, the situation on the battlefield gradually began to reverse.
Looking down from the sky, the dark network that had once been continuously expanding across the gray earth had now come to a halt.
In its place came grayish-brown tides surging in from every direction.
They were Mushroom People, numbering in the hundreds of millions.
Awakened from their slumber by the food signals emitted from the corpses of their dead kind, they were madly devouring every scrap of organic matter they could find on the battlefield.
Their shells swiftly regained their luster as they fed, while their shriveled tentacles became plump and full once more.
The combat strength they had lost over countless years of slumber was being replenished with the corpses of their brethren as nourishment.
It could be said that the wizards' slaughter had instead provided the Mushroom People with an endless stream of combat power.
The young wizards' Cannon Fodder Legions began to retreat step by step.
Several vanguard units that had been carried away by the earlier smooth progress of the battle, becoming separated from the main force as they charged too far ahead, had already been completely drowned beneath the Mushroom People's gray tide.
The long-range units desperately poured out firepower, trying to barely hold the line.
Yet every round of volleys