There were only a little over three hundred thousand Dragonflies in the swarm. At the start of the battle, the Heavenly Zither cultivators had not even noticed such a small group.
But as they struck at the Golden Cores, everyone suddenly realized... Huh? There were quite a few Golden Cores here too?
After being hit with a barrage of indiscriminate attacks, the Dragonflies immediately broke—this was too much for them. Run!
A rabble was inherently like this. But once they fled, the blow to the Insect Race was truly immense.
They were not a control-type insect swarm whose king had died. They had come together as a team to fight.
The other insects immediately erupted: If they could run, why couldn't we?
And so, something both absurd and laughable happened. As the Dragonfly Golden Cores fled, among the nearly ten million insects besieging several thousand Human Race warships, quite a few insect Golden Cores suddenly scattered and fled.
Yet this was only the beginning. Though the insect Golden Cores had dispersed, they might not necessarily leave the battlefield. But once the Dragonflies scattered, the Golden Cores of the nearby Moth Race grew nervous.
The Moth Race had originally had a Nascent Soul here, but it had suddenly vanished under mysterious circumstances—it had actually been captured by True Venerable Fishing Elder.
Then the War Boats' attacks inevitably affected the Moth Race as well. The Moth Race had initially wanted to endure it, but when they saw that many Golden Cores from other races had already fled, they inevitably erupted too—everyone else was running, so why shouldn't they?
The Moth Race's standing within the Insect Race was even lower than that of the Dragonflies. It had been fine when they had a Nascent Soul king leading them, but now that they decided