"Hahaha..."
The insect mother's crazed laughter rang out.
"Ridiculous and foolish humans, rather than begging that bastard Extreme Yin, you might as well beg this Empress. Perhaps, in a moment of softness, this Empress might spare your lives. Extreme Yin has watched with his own eyes as no fewer than hundreds of millions of humans died in the jaws of our insect race without lifting a finger. Why would he care whether you live or die?"
Song Wen's expression remained as still as an ancient well, but as he gazed toward the insect nest, his eyes grew several shades more sinister.
Zhuang Kuan's eyes, meanwhile, were crimson as blood.
Who knew whether his heart ached over the tragic deaths of countless clansmen, whether he hated Song Wen for standing idly by, or whether he bore bone-deep resentment toward the Void Beetles' brutality?
"Extreme Yin, you are one of humanity's foremost cultivators, yet you watched helplessly as other races fed on humans. You are surely loathed by the Heavenly Dao and will die a miserable death!"
"Insect Mother, you have indulged your kin until bloodlust has become their nature. One day, you will suffer the backlash. Your Void Beetle race will sooner or later become the blood food of other demon races!"
Zhuang Kuan cursed sharply.
"You human are rather interesting. With death at your doorstep, you still seek victory with your tongue! Then this Empress shall let you watch with your own eyes as your fellow humans are gnawed to death by my insect race!"
No sooner had the insect mother finished speaking than the green threads around Zhuang Kuan ceased their encirclement. Instead, they wove together into a net, trapping him within.
Zhuang Kuan, already resolved to die, could hardly submit to captivity. He repeatedly drove a crescent-shaped natal