The Nine-Winged Black Cicada's enormous body lay embedded deep in the rock.
Its once-indestructible black-and-gold carapace, which had gleamed with a metallic sheen, was now shattered, covered in horrifying fist marks and cracks.
"Chirr, chirr..."
It let out a low cry of pain and venomous hatred.
The sound was like a rusty saw scraping against bone, enough to make anyone's hair stand on end.
Humiliation!
Never since its birth had it suffered such a monstrous humiliation!
Who was it?
It was the hunter within this dark Pyramid, a mutant bearing a bloodline from Primordial Antiquity and the Primordial Era.
Over those endless years, which prodigy of the Imperial Clan or outstanding scion of the Imperial House who wandered here had not become food in its jaws?
Which of them had not trembled before its incredible speed and razor edges?
Yet today, a seemingly "soft-skinned and tender-fleshed" human youth had actually battered it.
From the sky into the ground, nearly smashing it apart like a dead dog hurled against the earth!
"Unforgivable! Unforgivable!!"
Insane killing intent intertwined within the Nine-Winged Black Cicada's scarlet compound eyes.
It struggled to rise, but the movement tugged at the broken roots of its wings, and agony sent its body into spasms.
Should I flee?
The thought flashed through its simple sea of consciousness.
With its extreme speed through the void, if it burned its origin and committed to fleeing, even someone at the God King peak might not be able to stop it.
But when its gaze once again touched the figure hovering above the deep crater, wreathed in eternal chaos aura...
The thought of fleeing was instantly swallowed by an even stronger surge of greed.
"The Chaos Physique..."
"The source of the myriad Daos, the ultimate form of the flesh..."
The Nine-Winged Black Cicada's