Jeming hovered above the entrance of the cave, the perceptions of the Eye of Scouting spreading downward.
At the same time, he activated Alchemy, his Spiritual Power probing downwards along the metal walls beside him like tendrils.
The feedback from Scouting Witchcraft clearly presented itself in Jeming's mind: below lay not a simple passageway, but a vast underground space.
The layout and structure faintly suggested that it was once some kind of commercial venue, but now it had become a battlefield.
Three wizards in gray robes were desperately supporting themselves against a broken metal support pillar, their bodies flickering with the Spirit Light of Witchcraft, clearly heavily depleted.
Their opponents were dozens of indigenous people of the Giant Spirit Realm, varying in form.
Most of these natives had a semi-fluid slime-like base form, fused with various mechanical components, wielding energy weapons or casting their innate magic-like abilities.
