A Difficult War

Qin Mu's consciousness coiled within the insect tide, sensing the Swarm being eroded by that highest-tier power.

The Swarm on the outermost perimeter died continuously. Even the surfaces of those enormous "Kunpeng" creatures began to collapse.

Though their power kept adjusting, evolving at the fastest speed possible, strengthening every aspect of their defenses, and devouring power from Infinite Primordial Space,

they still could not stop the collapse.

This was simply not power on the same level. Even though Yuan's formation had already weakened this force by at least half,

in order to withstand the eighty-three Ancestors and buy time,

Yuan had adjusted the formation's structure from the very beginning, focusing primarily on defense.

Yet the Swarm's casualties were still far too staggering.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands had been killed or wounded!

Nearly a million more had suffered severe injuries!

Almost every Ancestor was pouring as much power as possible onto the Swarm.

After being weakened by the formation, those various powers bombarded the black mist at the outermost layer of the insect tide, rapidly annihilating and penetrating through it before entering the depths of the tide.

Within the Swarm Network, every unit was calculating and deducing, allowing the insect tide to spread out the force as much as possible under these extreme attacks so the Swarm could endure them.

"Half-Primordial Life Dao alone isn't enough!

It cannot withstand attacks of this level. If the Swarm could grasp the Matter Dao at the Half-Primordial Level, its defensive capabilities would rise drastically.

And the structure of the insect tide!

Could World-level power truly not contend against an Ancestor?

Within a Source World, with the Source World's power to draw upon, even World-level Primordial beings could contend against Lords.

It's just that my method is wrong!"

Countless thoughts echoed through the