Is This Guy Sick?

"Boom—"

Yan Ning, burning with divine power, was like a world-ending demon god.

Wherever his war blade passed, space shattered inch by inch, forming a vacuum channel that cut across the battlefield!

"Puff, puff, puff—"

Thousands of Immortal Zerg warriors turned to ash under this strike, the zerg army forcibly torn open into a gap tens of thousands of kilometers wide.

Yan Ning's kill count skyrocketed, but he had no time to check it—his eyes were fixed only on that amber-crystal, seductive figure.

"Die!"

The war blade, carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth, slashed toward the Purple Charm King.

Before the blade edge arrived, the terrifying pressure had already begun cracking the surface of the mother nest.

The Purple Charm King's exquisite face showed fear for the first time: "Are you insane?! Actually burning your divine body!"

The four pairs of butterfly wings on her back vibrated wildly as she rapidly retreated.

"Roar!"

Nine King-Sealed Zerg threw themselves forward without regard for their lives, self-destruct runes lighting up on their purple-gold carapaces—they were willing to use their lives to buy time for their mother queen.

"Get lost!"

Yan Ning's blade momentum only increased, the World-Burning Flame on the blade transforming into nine fire dragons that lunged at the nine King-Sealed Zerg.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Six consecutive thunderous explosions—under his full-force eruption, six King-Sealed Zerg were directly annihilated by the fire dragon impact.

But the remaining three still managed to block in front of the Purple Charm King, using the energy storm from their self-destruction to forcibly deflect Yan Ning's blade momentum.

"Shriek—"

The earth-shattering strike ultimately grazed past the Purple Charm King and landed, countless zerg turning to dust in the blade aura, but the Purple Charm King herself narrowly escaped.

"Damn it!"

Yan Ning cursed under his breath. These King-Sealed Zerg were too annoying—they gave him no chance to directly attack the mother queen.

"Hahaha!"

The Purple Charm King let out a shrill, still-shaken laugh.

"Useless! My children will protect me, and you... how long can you keep burning your divine body?"

Yan Ning coldly swept his gaze across the battlefield.

Though he had killed six King-Sealed Zerg in that single strike, new King-Sealed-level auras were already rising from the mother nest.

Clearly, she still had reserves!

Worse still, the number of ordinary Immortal Zerg warriors remained around eight thousand.

"Since I can't kill you directly!"

Yan Ning suddenly bared a ferocious grin.

"Then I'll slaughter your zerg army clean!"

"Yan Divine Codex—Skyburner!"

The war blade raised above his head, the fire-type energy of the entire starfield converged madly.

The Purple Charm King watched Yan Ning wreak havoc among the zerg army, a cold sneer flickering in her amber-crystal eyes.

Her slender fingers gently stroked the surface of the mother nest, feeling the life energy surging wildly within.

"How foolish!"

Her red lips parted, her voice like a viper's hiss.

"Do you think killing some mass-produced tools can hurt me?"

The mother nest suddenly writhed violently, hundreds of hidden incubation pores opening at once.

These were her elite warriors stockpiled over the years—three thousand peak Marquis-Sealed "Amber Crystal Blade Guards" and five hundred early King-Sealed "Abyss Devourers." Each one was a meticulously crafted killing machine.

"Go, my works of art."

The Purple Charm King waved her hand lazily.

"Tear this boring brute... to shreds!"

The newly deployed zerg elites immediately displayed terrifying combat power.

"Troublesome!"

Yan Ning wiped the divine blood from the corner of his mouth, a fierce light surging in his eyes.

He noticed his smart optical computer's count had stopped at 8,732—still over a thousand short.

His divine body had already burned 18%. Time was running out.

Kill the ordinary zerg Immortals first!

A sharp gleam flashed in Yan Ning's eyes as his form abruptly split into nine afterimages.

The Amber Crystal Blade Guard's bone blade shattered eight of them, but struck only air. The real Yan Ning had already appeared at the other end of the battlefield, his war blade whipping up towering flames.

"Skyburner!"

The blade light cascaded like a river of stars, instantly engulfing over three hundred ordinary Immortal bugs.

These mass-produced warriors were like paper before a full-force burst from a pinnacle king—their divine bodies disintegrating layer by layer beneath the crimson blade glow.

[Kill count: 9036/10000]

Purple Charm King furrowed her brow slightly, her fingertips tapping unconsciously on the armrest of her throne.

She couldn't understand why this Demon Flame King before her was so fixated on slaughtering ordinary soldiers—mere consumables that could be replenished at any time.

Could he be trying to inflict heavy losses on her indirectly through these common bug warriors?

But that didn't add up—the losses on both sides were completely disproportionate.

In this situation.

A normal person would either go all out to kill her, though nearly impossible, or simply flee outright.

Who does this—relentlessly grinding down the ordinary Immortal bug army?

"Futile struggle!"

She murmured to herself as another batch of eggs began hatching deep within the nest.

Yan Ning gave her no time to think.

He darted across the battlefield like a phantom, each flash precisely evading elite bugs while targeting only ordinary Immortal warriors. The World-Burning Flame on his war blade grew increasingly violent, scorching twisted cracks into the space around him.

"Nine thousand seven... nine thousand eight~"

The smart optical computer's counting echoed in his mind.

Yan Ning's divine body had burned to 22%, yet a savage grin curled at the corner of his mouth. Just two hundred left!

The World-Burning Flame on his blade suddenly contracted and condensed into a crimson thread as fine as a hair.

"Slash!"

This strike moved beyond the concept of time and space. Where the blade light passed, over three hundred Immortal bug warriors froze simultaneously.

Neat cut marks appeared on the surface of their carapaces, their divine cores pierced through with precision.

[Kill count: 10032/10000]

"Done!"

Yan Ning's grin split into a wild smile as he suddenly turned to face Purple Charm King.

Under her stunned gaze, he slowly raised his left hand, middle finger pointing straight up.

"Purple fur bug, next time we meet, I'll kill you!"

Without giving her a moment to react, his five-thousand-meter divine body abruptly collapsed into a point of light.

"Whoosh—"

In one-hundredth of a second, he accelerated, breaking through light speed and charging into the dark universe.

Then came tens of thousands of ultra-short-range teleports, each shift precisely altering spatial coordinate parameters, until even the smart optical computer couldn't track his exact location.

The star battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Purple Charm King's red lips hung half-open, her butterfly wings frozen mid-air.

Her five hundred carefully tuned Abyss Devourers had just formed an encirclement formation, only to find the prey had vanished.

"Ran... ran away?"

This bug mother queen, who had roamed the Outer Domain Battlefield for hundreds of thousands of years, wore a blank expression for the first time.

She mechanically scanned the bug carcasses littering the ground, then looked down at the secret technique she had prepared for the ultimate showdown—without even a chance to use it.

Wasn't he just fighting to the death? Why did he suddenly run?

So casual?

Where was your frenzy just now?

Where was your dominance?

"Boom!"

The nest suddenly trembled violently, and Purple Charm King's beautiful face twisted into a hideous grimace.

"Bastard!!!"

A sharp psychic shockwave swept across several light-years, reducing all meteors along the way to dust.

"You burned your divine body just to kill ten thousand of my grunts?!"

"Flipped me off and ran?!"

"Are all humans this shameless?!!"

Her losses this battle were considerable, though in her eyes, Yan Ning's damage was greater, given how long he had burned his divine body.

But the more she thought about it, the angrier she got!

This guy was sick in the head!