At this moment, billions of light-years away, a vast insect army was traversing the void. Its destination was the Tree World. Everywhere it passed became a land of death; every planet was devoured clean, and even suns were swallowed by them.
The insect army was so numerous it defied imagination, numbering in the billions of trillions. It blanketed the starry sky in a dense mass, enough to make one's scalp crawl.
This was the insect race, a race that destroyed worlds!
At the heart of the insect army stood three insect saints at the Early Ancient Saint level, along with nine insect saints at the peak of the Immortal Realm.
They were the main force in this assault on the Tree World.
To the insect race, which stood at the pinnacle of the universe, dispatching such forces against a mere Treant Race was already more than sufficient—overwhelmingly so.
After all, the majority of their forces remained in the central universe, stationed in the Strange District.
"The Puppet Bug is dead. Its soul aura has completely vanished. It seems the Treant Race discovered it."
The speaker was Mosquito Daoist, an Early Ancient Saint of the insect race. It had a human body and a mosquito-like head, with a long bloodsucking proboscis that gleamed crimson. An intense stench of blood radiated from its entire body.
It had devoured countless living beings. With a single sip, it could drain every drop of blood from all life on an entire planet. It was a true peerless fiend.
"Damn Treant Race! Such audacity! They knew the Puppet Bug was an extremely important subordinate of our insect race, yet they still dared to kill it. The Treant Race deserves ten thousand deaths—they must be slaughtered!"
Powerful waves of divine sense rippled through the void, shaking space