The Three Great Insect Emperor Heirs

Behind them were hundreds of Human Race powerhouses who had managed to reunite, all of them pale-faced and with unstable breathing, clearly having suffered heavy losses in the previous teleportation and skirmish.

On their opposite side was an endless army of Insect Race.

Within that dark, demonic cloud, countless terrifying beings at the Seventh Grade Immortal Realm were lurking, their shadows indistinct.

Even so, the Insect Race's arrogance remained at its peak.

At the very front of their ranks stood three figures, each with a different form and radiating a terrifying, suffocating aura.

Firstly, its entire body was covered in dark golden carapace, and its eight wings on its back fluttered slightly. Each flutter caused ripples of Spatial Laws. It was a member of the same race as the Spider Emperor that Chen Fan had instantly killed, but its aura was more than ten times stronger.

One is shaped like a towering black demonic scythe, surrounded by an extremely pure will of destruction and slaughter. Just by standing there, it distorts the light around it.

The last one is the most bizarre.

It has no fixed form, like a constantly writhing pool of black sludge, yet it exudes a stench and ominousness that corrodes the Divine Soul, as if it were a collection of all the filth in the world.

The Three Great Insect Emperor Heirs!

They are the most outstanding descendants of the Insect Race emperor, and the Insect Race's true trump card in this trial.

At this moment, their gazes completely ignored the Human Race camp, which was on high alert. Their six scarlet eyes were fixed on the Chaos Qi in the center of the altar, which was giving birth to a strange object.

That undisguised desire seemed to want to devour the entire world.

They are waiting.

The moment that wondrous object was fully revealed.

The atmosphere within the Human Race was incredibly tense.

Cold sweat beaded on Wen Yuan's forehead. He could clearly feel that the pressure from the three figures opposite him was far more terrifying than any enemy he had encountered before.

That was a crushing defeat on a matter of life level.

In this deathly silence.

A figure appeared silently behind Wen Yuan, blending seamlessly into the Human Race Battle Formation without causing a ripple.

Chen Fan is back.

He didn't disturb anyone, but calmly watched the scene unfold before him.

His gaze swept over the tense senior Senior Fellow Apprentice, over the Chaos Qi that was nurturing supreme Creation, and finally landed on the three arrogant offspring of the Insect Emperor.

Faced with that terrifying power that could shatter the mind of any Seventh Grade expert...

Chen Fan showed no fear whatsoever; in fact, his eyes lit up.

That look didn't seem like someone looking at a mortal enemy.

He looked more like an old farmer examining three exceptionally valuable medicinal herbs that were growing vigorously.

A subtle, meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The condition... is not bad."

Wen Yuan was staring intently at the Insect Race cloud opposite him, his taut Divine Thought like a fully drawn bowstring, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Suddenly, he felt a presence beside him.

The aura was peaceful and restrained, like a spring breeze sweeping across a hillside, incongruous with the desolate battlefield, yet strangely familiar.

Wen Yuan's stiff neck suddenly turned, and when he saw that the person who came was Chen Fan, a flash of wild joy first appeared in his eyes, which were bloodshot from tension, and then was covered by deep worry.

"Junior Fellow Apprentice!" His voice was extremely low, yet it couldn't hide the urgency in it, "Where have you been? It's too dangerous here!"

In his view, although Chen Fan was strong, he had only just entered the Seventh Grade Late Stage, and wandering alone in these ruins was no different from a lamb entering a tiger's den.

Seeing the concern in his senior Senior Fellow Apprentice's eyes, Chen Fan felt a warmth in his heart, and the cold killing intent that had been emanating from him as he locked onto his prey vanished instantly.

He gave a gentle, harmless smile, as if he were still that boy who followed behind his Senior Fellow Apprentice, curious about everything.

"Don't worry, Senior Fellow Apprentice, I didn't wander off," he reassured softly. "I just strolled around the neighborhood and cleared away a few minor obstacles in my way."

A minor trouble?

Wen Yuan's lips twitched. Anyone Chen Fan considered troublesome in these ruins was probably no pushover.

But before he could ask any more questions, the unexpected turn of events had already occurred.

Although the conversation between the Senior Fellow Apprentice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, all those present were top-tier experts of the Seventh Grade or above. How could such a subtle interaction escape the perception of the three Insect Emperor's offspring?

Especially the Insect Emperor's offspring, shaped like a black demonic scythe, radiating pure Will of Destruction.

It was inherently violent, and at this moment it keenly caught the gaze that Chen Fan was casting.

That wasn't the solemnity of facing a powerful enemy, but rather... a kind of scrutiny and appreciation of looking at fish on a chopping board!

What a humiliation!

It possesses the bloodline of the Insect Emperor, one of the noblest life forms under this starry sky. When has it ever been looked at with such eyes by a Human Race ant?

"Hiss!!"

A piercing shriek, sharp enough to tear apart the Divine Soul, resounded through the Void without warning!

The stalemate was broken in an instant!

The Black Scythe offspring didn't even bother with a threat; it chose to respond to the provocation in the most direct way.

Buzz!

Its figure flickered, leaving an afterimage in place, and its true form transformed into a pitch-black blade of light that tore through the chaos, carrying endless killing laws, rushing straight towards Chen Fan!

Its goal was clear: to sever this reckless Human Race, along with the entire Battle Formation behind him, in one fell swoop!

This strike surpassed the limits of the Seventh Grade Late Stage and was approaching the power of the eighth rank!

"Not good!"

"Form ranks!"

Wen Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he shouted out almost at the same time as the other eight Star River Level Students.

The Human Race camp was thrown into chaos instantly, as everyone felt the destructive aura that could annihilate them completely.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Yuan's Qi and Blood and qi blazed, Life Dao Principles transformed into the phantom of a towering ancient tree. He prepared to unite the strength of everyone to withstand this deadly attack, even at the cost of his life, to protect his junior Junior Fellow Apprentice behind him!

However, at this critical moment...

A calm yet powerful hand gently pressed on Wen Yuan's shoulder, instantly calming the raging Life Origin within him.

"Senior Fellow Apprentice, please step back."

Chen Fan's voice remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable composure.

"Leave this dirty work to me."

The moment he finished speaking, he took a step forward, shielding all his Senior Fellow Apprentice behind him, and alone faced the destructive scythe that was falling from the sky.

The gentleness on his face vanished, replaced by an extreme indifference as cold as an ancient glacier.

Faced with an attack powerful enough to shatter Stars, Chen Fan neither dodged nor evaded, and didn't even raise his Protective Divine Light.

He simply raised his right hand slowly.

A hand that appears fair and slender, no different from that of an eight-year-old child.

Then, to the utter astonishment of Human Race powerhouses, this hand simply and casually reached out to meet it.