Indeed, not all disaster species excelled in close combat. Some specialized in remote control.
But within the Blade Civilization, even the rarest and strangest disaster species possessed formidable combat power.
Otherwise, they could not survive there.
So, when it came to the swordsmanship of a low-level civilization's leader, everyone initially watched with the intention of enjoying the spectacle.
A disaster insect general went up and was slashed several times by the other party, reducing its true body to the nanoscale.
After finally restoring its true body, it directly manifested its Disaster True Form. Countless gene chains formed radiance that shone like the sun.
However, the enemy merely took a simple step back, loosely gripped the air with one hand, stepped forward, and drew his sword. The "sun" was cleaved in two, forcing it to manifest its true form again.
No. This time, it could not even maintain its true form.
In the end, the disaster directly invoked the authority of "Fusion"—the authority of disaster, the power of the insect race, and that frozen power, three forces unified to complete Fusion!
Its aura instantly rose from the fourth rank to the fifth.
Then another sword fell, knocking it back down from the fifth rank.
At the same time, its physical body was reduced to ashes.
It was dead beyond any doubt.
The endless Queen's authority surged from the void once more, resurrecting it.
Only this time, it obediently retreated.
Within the Blade Civilization, cowardice in battle was punishable by death.
But blind arrogance and ignorance were likewise forbidden by the insect race's genes.
Retreating did not mean fear. It meant admitting that its current genetic evolution abilities could not fuse with the other party's destructive power.
After all, the Blade Queen had never considered herself the strongest.
That was why the