Again and again!
Without end!
This was the ultimate spell technique controlled by Fente!
So long as she, the queen at the helm, did not die—or so long as "Endless Insect Proliferation" had not reached its casting limit—this army of insects was "invincible"!
Meanwhile, on Oko's side.
Although her expression remained indifferent to every change in the outside world, and her body had been steadily spinning with sword in hand from start to finish, continuously fending off the insect army's frenzied, relentless combined assault.
The swarm's numbers were simply too immense, and the momentum of their swords too savage.
Trapped in this tidal wave of monsters utterly loyal to their queen and wholly unafraid of death, even if Oko could hold back an army of thousands for the moment, she still could not withstand the wear on her weapons.
Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang------------------!
As the swarm charged, died, and was reborn without cease, the blades in Oko's hands likewise broke, shattered, and were replaced without cease.
As a result, the weapon stockpile within her Hunter Black Ring was soon depleted to the desperate point of having only ten Round Sun Longswords left.
Furthermore, after enduring a hundred rounds of the swarm's crazed and brutal sword formation assaults, Oko's hunter uniform had unknowingly accumulated countless tears and rips of every size.
Fair skin was exposed through them, soon seeping with vivid crimson blood.
At the same time, beads of sweat kept emerging across Oko's cheeks, and her breathing gradually began to grow ragged.
The vast swarm, which Oko's sword dance had once firmly kept five meters away, had now used mountains of corpses and seas of blood to force its offensive forward to a distance of barely three meters from her.
If that distance shrank