The next day.
Ye Qiyan gazed at the intelligence the Focus Guild had posted online, lost in thought.
Order Heaven had already been surrounded by the Insect Race's Three Great Legions.
The swarm's assaults, like roaring mountains and raging seas, were enough to render any tactics meaningless.
The swarm did not fear death.
They did not even have the concept of [death].
Even those higher humanoid members of the Insect Race could be reborn in new insect eggs not long after being killed, provided there had been no attack targeting their souls.
The swarm was hungry.
Wherever they passed, only parched soil remained.
If their food supply fell short, they would simply start eating one another until their bellies were full, constantly evolving.
They were not The End.
Yet they could accomplish things on par with The End.
The swarm was forever traveling the road of hunger and foraging.
Countless worlds in the Wasteland had already vanished because of the swarm.
The Mother of the Swarm possessed an incomparably powerful desire.
What she longed for was to turn every bloodline, race, and existence in the countless worlds of this endless Wasteland into bugs.
If they were hungry, they killed one another.
If they were afraid, they were devoured.
Devour, evolve, be born!
That was the swarm's defining refrain.
After Order Heaven descended into the Wasteland, it expanded outward, adding territory roughly three times its original size.
In those places, they established enormous fortress clusters.
Each cluster had pulled large numbers of low-level Platform Worlds out of the void to serve as shields and traps.
A strategic depth three times greater than when Heaven had first descended was enough to give them more time to prepare and mobilize.
The Insect Race's commander, Insect Emperor Mowus, was in no hurry. What he