The Divine Lord's Sigh (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

Above the firmament.

Light Shuttle God General looked down upon the earth, watching the East Wind Profound Weapons scour the ground and slaughter the insect swarm. His aged face was filled with smiles.

He naturally knew that, with the war having reached this point, the insect swarm could no longer turn the tide. The Myriad Heavens Race had won a glorious victory.

Before long.

Light Shuttle God General sensed strange fluctuations rising continuously from every corner of the battlefield.

Wherever the Profound Weapons had bombarded, large quantities of sandy-yellow vines burrowed out from beneath the sand, competing to absorb the flesh and blood of the insect corpses.

He could not help recalling Heavenly Killing God Monarch's words—the war was most likely a scheme laid by some Foreign Race powerhouse, with both the Myriad Heavens Race and the insect race serving as the other's Chess Pieces.

Light Shuttle God General frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice, "The Ant Swarm Collective Consciousness taking the initiative to intervene in a war is indeed rather suspicious.

"And so many strange vines suddenly emerging from the desert to devour the Calamity Insect Swarm's flesh and blood—it is as if they had been prepared in advance."

The God General quickly reviewed the entire situation and came to a realization. "It seems there truly is a hand behind the scenes, quietly manipulating all of this."

Though he had noticed something, there was nothing he could do.

It was not just him. Even Heavenly Killing God Monarch could only stare helplessly.

The other party's methods were simply too brilliant. They had not exposed the slightest flaw, leaving others nowhere to begin even if they wanted to find them.

A figure flashed through Light Shuttle God General's mind, and he murmured, "Could it be the mysterious Void