After the flames of battle subsided a little, Jeming quickly immersed his consciousness into his body to check his own condition.
The [Great Light Appearance] array had expended more than half of its energy reserves, and the Talisman Witchcraft had also consumed quite a bit, but fortunately, the internal factory could quickly replenish it.
The Black Giant Core was being nurtured within the nest, awaiting reconstruction.
At the same time, the nurseries of the nest were operating at full speed to compensate for the consumption of Patrollers…
Overall, the foundation remained, only the usual cannon fodder had suffered considerable losses.
He exhaled softly before turning his attention to the surrounding comrades—or rather, the remaining colleagues.
At that sight, even with Jeming's usually calm demeanor, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
In the void, the once mighty Legion of ten thousand Wizards now appeared much sparser.
