So, on the entire battlefield outside, you can hardly see any Wizards below the Sixth Level from the Nolun Workshop.
Because all the mid and Low Tier Wizards are huddled inside the fortress, rotating as the power source for the cannon fire.
But Jeming...
"Fire."
The moment the recharging was completed, he issued the command.
Turret number three shook slightly.
A pure white beam with a diameter of five meters tore through the air, crossing over a thousand kilometers at near light speed, and accurately landed in the center of the beetle swarm.
The white light exploded, transforming into a purification field with a diameter of three thousand meters.
Within the field, three thousand Fourth Level beetles, along with the few Fifth Level Wizards commanding them, vaporized instantly.
Leaving only a smooth-edged lava pit on the ground.
Almost at the same time the beam left the chamber, Jeming groaned, his face turning pale instantly.
