The two races faced off, tension drawn taut. While humanity made grand preparations, the bug race was making moves as well.
Deep within the Core Mother Nest.
The Bug Queen was doing two things at once. First, she was using her reproductive abilities to mass-produce newborn bugs, replenishing previous losses and preparing for the battles ahead. Second, she was examining her own body to confirm whether she had truly been poisoned.
During the previous battle, she had been wounded by Fan Lang. Sparkfire Poison Plague had infected the wound, frightening her into cutting off the injured portion entirely.
Although she had repeatedly confirmed that the poison had not spread deeper into her body, she still could not put her mind at ease and remained suspicious of everything.
It could not be helped. Sparkfire Poison Plague was the natural bane of the bug race. She had no choice but to guard against it.
"Powerful enemies surround us. Those human God Kingdoms are all watching us like hawks. Once they reach a consensus, they will launch another attack. When the time comes, multiple nations will join forces, and the situation will be even grimmer than last time. It will be extremely unfavorable for our bug race. The greatest trump card in my hand is the World-Destroying Martial Prowess. Only that can deter the human God Kingdoms and make them hesitate. What I fear is that they will throw caution to the wind and insist on wiping out the bug race even at the cost of grievous losses. If that happens, we are finished..."
The Bug Queen was filled with anxiety as she considered the predicament before her.
Just then, a peculiar little bug burrowed inside. It should never have appeared in a place like this, yet it had somehow entered, immediately drawing