Black mist surged from Ying Zheng's body, instantly blanketing an area of ten thousand miles. Within the black fog, a savage, ferocious three-headed World-Ending Black Jiao raised its heads and howled at the sky, its brutal, tyrannical aura sweeping in every direction. At Ying Zheng's command, all the blood essence and souls of the slain Blood Qin Empire soldiers soared into the sky. Even though the giant insects and Fallen Gods expended tremendous power to intercept and seize them, they still could not stop the blood essence and souls from moving.
"They were My soldiers in life! They shall be My war ghosts in death!" Ying Zheng's body writhed violently. Jagged black bone spurs continually drilled out from beneath his skin as his body rapidly stretched. Crisp cracks rang endlessly from within him, and his skin shattered inch by inch, revealing a new body beneath, densely covered in black scales.
In the span of only a few breaths, Ying Zheng's skin suddenly exploded. Vast amounts of black blood turned into countless streaks of black radiance and shot in all directions, piercing the bodies of innumerable insects and Fallen Gods like arrows. Every insect and Fallen God whose body was pierced by the black blood dissolved at once, melting into pools of black pus like rubber before a great fire.
A ferocious black jiao tens of thousands of meters long appeared out of thin air. Ying Zheng swung a massive claw and slammed it viciously at the void. At once, tens of thousands of black claw-images, large and small, appeared throughout the void within ten thousand miles. Amid dense hissing sounds, these black claws came crashing down from the sky, crushing countless insects and Fallen Gods of all sizes into the earth.
The insects were smashed to pieces on the spot,