In the Stargate wormhole region, Sun Fei and the powerful figures of various races were desperately guarding this passage leading to the Azeroth Continent when, at that moment, an urgent message arrived from the Starry Battlefield...
The messenger was the Golden Elf King Akinfeev.
This Pisces Saint, one of the twelve Gold Saint with an extremely secretive identity, has fully awakened the bloodline of the Golden Elf King, and his strength has grown to the Peak God King. He is the strongest among the twelve Gold Saint.
However, at this moment, he was breathing erratically, and a glaring scar ran from his left shoulder down to his lower abdomen, making him look extremely disheveled.
"Something's happened! A hyperspace Teleport portal has appeared around the Starry Battlefield, and they've descended from there..."
Akinfeev had clearly been through a fierce battle; he was covered in blood.
"What?" Sun Fei exclaimed in surprise, "How could this be? I've been paying special attention; there haven't been any sudden fluctuations in spatial elements within a million miles. How could... how could those Insect Race possibly know the coordinates?"
"A small mutated wormhole appeared an hour ago, unleashing a large influx of advanced Insect Race, including some extremely powerful beings who used the power of laws to sever the space surrounding the battlefield. The allied forces on the Starry Battlefield were caught off guard and suffered heavy losses. Fortunately, their prior war preparations were adequate, preventing them from losing their composure. The battlefield command repeatedly sent messengers to inform His Majesty, but they were met with fierce attacks. A total of six groups of god-level scouts perished. Finally, I led the Elf Clan Golden King Guard, barely managing to break through, but all my guard members also perished..."
Akinfeev looked somber.
The members of the Elf Clan guard were all his closest family members, yet they perished before his very eyes. This was clearly an extremely painful experience for him.
Meanwhile, the situation on the Starry Battlefield was clearly very dangerous; otherwise, they wouldn't have sent the Golden Elf King to deliver the message.
The situation finally worsened.
Sun Fei raised his hand, and a wisp of golden light surged into his body, instantly healing the Golden Elf King's injuries.
How could this be?
That shouldn't be the case.
The Insect Race's creation of Teleport wormholes requires extremely precise spatial coordinates; otherwise, any deviation will cause the wormhole to collapse or become unstable, turning the passage into a death trap that will reduce all living beings that enter it to primordial matter molecules.
The Starry Battlefield is an extremely remote place, a battlefield prepared for the continent by the gods and demons a thousand years ago. Even the most powerful spy, Di Canio, died without knowing its Starry Battlefield. For over a year, this place has been extremely well-protected and hidden. Logically, the Insect Race should know its coordinates...
unless...
Unless the Insect Race also just found out.
In other words...
Sun Fei gradually figured something out.
It seems I underestimated the Insect Race.
Although they were blocked from entering this star field by themselves, they obtained the coordinates of the Starry Battlefield through some kind of secret technique. After all, there was still a connection between themselves and the Starry Battlefield. Not to mention, in the previous battles, the Continent Martial Saint Maradona went back and forth, and Human Clan powerhouses such as Messi and Chris Ronaldo also made several trips. It is estimated that the insects found the location of the Starry Battlefield through these connections and some kind of strange secret technique.
Did they use that place as a refuge for the Human Clan?
What should we do now?
A series of thoughts flashed rapidly through Sun Fei's mind.
According to the original plan, I was to hold back the main Insect Race force here, wait for the continental coalition to set up the Starry Battlefield, and then wait for them to tire themselves out and seize the opportunity to win. But now the plan has been completely messed up.
If I were to immediately turn back to the Starry Battlefield to provide aid, the interception here would be in vain. Once I leave, the Insect Race would surge through this star system like a flood bursting its banks. After the next wormhole Leap, they could descend directly onto the empty Azeroth Continent and wreak havoc. In that case, all our efforts would be in vain.
However, if I stay here and hold out... then the Starry Battlefield side will be in danger. Since they can isolate my senses, it means that the Insect Race beings that have descended there are at least Main God- level behemoths. Such high-end combat power is definitely not something the allied forces can withstand...
"At this point, we have no choice but to take the risk..."
Sun Fei understood that at this moment, the lives of countless people and the fate of the entire continent might be in his hands with a single thought.
He gritted his teeth and unleashed the full power of the spatial laws. Clusters of golden mist merged into the cosmic space of this star field, faintly flowing with the power of the laws of order. This solidified the spatial elements within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, making it extremely difficult for the Insect Race to Summon a wider range of impulses to transport the Main God- level Insect Race by burning the power of the God King Level Zerg.
After doing all this, Sun Fei Summon He, and then his figure flickered, and a clone of himself separated from his body. Within three days, this clone would possess all the power of his peak morale, and after three days, it would turn into a wisp of green smoke and disappear.
He left all three sacred artifacts here, hoping to use the power of his avatar and the artifacts to hold off the Insect Race army in this star field for three days.
Within three days, he will completely resolve the problems of the Starry Battlefield.
"Walk!"
Without hesitation, Sun Fei made his decision. A surge of power enveloped the Golden Elf King Akinfeev, and in a flash, he merged into the cosmos and disappeared.
Sun Fei's clone remained seated expressionlessly, his hands clasped, his robes billowing, releasing a vast divine power that spread like a raging ocean across the star field, instantly turning countless low-level insects into dust.
Over the next three days, this avatar will join forces with dozens of powerful alien warriors, including the Dwarf King Warrior, the Elf Clan Elder, and the Dwarf King Warrior, to protect this star field and guard the only Leap point to the Azeroth Continent.
Once this place falls, the only fate awaiting the weakened Azeroth Continent is annihilation.
When he was about several thousand kilometers away from the Starry Battlefield, Sun Fei finally sensed a strange, cold energy permeating the air. It was this energy that isolated the Dou Qi and also the spatial elemental fluctuations of the mutated star gate wormhole opened by the Insect Race, making him unable to perceive anything happening on the Starry Battlefield.
Sun Fei tore through the air with both hands, shattering the protective barrier of laws that had nearly destroyed Akinfeev and the others.
Akinfeev felt a sudden brightness before his eyes; the hazy, stardust-like things disappeared, and the starry sky before him became clear and bright, as if a layer of gray veil had been removed.
Then, in the starry sky ahead, an enormous number of insects appeared.
Gray and black insects surged densely in the void of the universe, like a world-destroying torrent. The sound of their bony shells rubbing together could be heard even in the void. The destructive ultrasonic waves, as if they were tangible, engulfed the heavens and the earth. Various kinds of spiritual energy, whether large or small, spread throughout the universe, as if this space had been boiled in an instant.
A sea of insects.
This is a true sea of insects.
Sun Fei's heart tightened.
If such an astonishing swarm of insects has appeared on the outer perimeter, then the situation near the Starry Battlefield must be unimaginably dire. The Insect Race have definitely completed the initial troop deployment, which is an absolute nightmare for the Allied Forces of the Azeroth Continent.
The Insect Race's advantage lies in their sheer numbers; they excel at using sheer numbers to compensate for everything.
The situation has reached a level of severity far beyond what was imagined.
At the same time that Sun Fei and his companion saw the insects, the insects also saw Sun Fei and his companion.
Like hungry locusts spotting food, the insects surged towards the two like a torrent.
Sun Fei was anxious and no longer held back.
His entire body was engulfed in golden flames, transforming him into a dazzling, blazing meteor that enveloped Akinfeev as he soared straight towards the boundless sea of insects. The golden flames seemed to be a nemesis; any insect that came into contact with even the slightest trace of them would burst into flames as if it were Mars meeting a spark.
This golden flame was formed from Sun Fei's divine power. It spread like a virus through the sea of insects. Wherever it passed, the low-level insects didn't even have time to cry out before they instantly turned into green smoke and disappeared into the void of the universe.
Sun Fei must rely on his overwhelming strength to carve out a bloody path through this vast sea of insects.
The insects clearly understood Sun Fei's intentions.
Their mission is to temporarily prevent Sun Fei from supporting the Starry Battlefield.
Driven by some advanced Insect Race, countless low- and mid-level insects, though unable to harm Sun Fei —Sun Fei they couldn't even get within a kilometer of his body—still rushed forward like moths to a flame, forming an obstacle with their bodies. They wouldn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second to delay him.
They would sacrifice their lives to deplete Sun Fei's strength.
This is another terrifying aspect of the insects besides their endless numbers --
They have no fear, are absolutely obedient, and are not afraid of death. Lower-level Insect Race have unparalleled obedience to higher-level Insect Race, never showing the slightest resistance, even at the cost of a meaningless death.
They are even more efficient and colder than the coldest machines in the world.
It's unclear how far it rushed forward or how many insects it destroyed, but suddenly, a strange change occurred—
Suddenly, an extremely sharp force, sandwiched between the bodies of countless low-level Insect Race, crashed towards him, like a Sharp Sword, instantly piercing through the golden flames.
Advanced Insect Race!
It finally appeared.
Sun Fei felt a chill run down his spine, took a deep breath, and threw a punch.
The golden Fists of Fire and the sharp, sneaky attack energy collided fiercely in an instant.
Boom!
In the pitch-black starry sky, a powerful shockwave emanated from the point of impact.
The insects around the impact point collapsed and shattered into dust instantly, like sand sculptures struck by a hurricane.
Sun Fei's body stopped moving forward and stood still in the void of the universe.
Standing opposite was a Zerg Insect Race covered in fine, dense, emerald-green scales.
It stood upright, with six pairs of fine, flexible tentacles, resembling a large lizard. It didn't have a particularly large body, but the green flames swirling around its body released an incredibly terrifying aura, indicating that it was at least a being of the Main God level.
However, what made Sun Fei pause slightly was not this guy's strength.
Rather, it was its aura of power and general appearance that resembled a certain creature.
Di Canio!
The Insect Race before me is definitely a relative of Di Canio, the most successful spy in Insect Race history.
"You pathetic creatures, your lords have long seen through your schemes. Your days of clinging to life are over. Come, use your lowly lives and sweet blood to please the great Insect Race!"
The giant lizard released waves of spiritual energy.
Sun Fei remained silent.
Time is of the essence.
In the next instant, countless phantoms of him appeared in outer space, like a tidal wave, surrounding the giant lizard.
The endless Fists of Fire, like the most dazzling meteor in the starry sky, pierced through the cosmos and engulfed the Insect Race, a Main God- like status.
The terrifying aftershocks completely wiped out the low-level Insect Race within a radius of a thousand kilometers.
A frenzied collision of forces began in that instant.
In the blink of an eye, Sun Fei's figure moved with lightning speed, leaving a long trail of light, flying towards the Starry Battlefield Continent that could already be seen in the distance, while the body of the Main God- level giant lizard remained frozen in place.
"You poor creature... you will not succeed, the master will Vengeance me!"
Before he could finish speaking...
With a deafening roar, its body suddenly exploded without warning.
The flesh and bones, imbued with the essence of power, shot out in all directions.
However, after spreading to a range of several thousand meters, it suddenly seemed to encounter some kind of obstacle. An invisible force in the air enveloped all its flesh and bones, causing it to fly back and curl up into a ball.
The reporter was struck by a flash of golden light, completely refined into pure, unadulterated power, which transformed into a ball of light and entered Sun Fei's body in the distance.
Instant kill!
After absorbing the essence of three or four Zerg Insect Race at the level of Main God, Sun Fei's strength had leaped to the peak level of Main God. Killing a giant lizard at the middle level of Main God was indeed not a difficult task for him.
Clearly, the Insect Race never imagined that they would one day become prey in this world, and that this terrifying hunter, after absorbing their essence, would experience an enhancement comparable to their most prized 'evolution' ability.
Boom!!
A dazzling, bright flame flickered in the dark starry sky.
In the heart of every member of the Azeroth Continent on the Starry Battlefield, an uncontrollable sorrow welled up within them.
The bright and beautiful flames, almost like the most beautiful fireworks in the world, represented another peerless expert from the allied forces who, severely wounded in battle, chose the most tragic self-destruction.
Another peerless expert has fallen.
An hour and a half ago, a mutated wormhole suddenly opened in the beautiful and tranquil void, from which terrifying beings descended. The battle, both expected and unexpected, prematurely began its tragic and devastating prelude.
First to meet them were Alonso, a famous general from the Madrid Empire; Guardiola, the former emperor of the Barcelona Empire; five ancient dragons of the Dragon Clan, all at the King Class of the Dragon Clan; and the strongest among the other six allied forces.
Then, bursts of dazzling light began to explode in the void.
In just ten minutes, the number of powerful individuals who perished was greater than the number who had fallen in the past thousand years on the Aizelai Continent.
Those heroes who had once been the protagonists of an era in the continent's millennia-long history abruptly ended their glorious lives in a brief, shocking manner.
Those beautiful, firework-like flames marked the final end of the hero's life.
However, this tragic and devastating scene did not deter anyone.
Streaks of light, like shooting stars, pierced the dark void of the universe. More allied warriors, like moths drawn to a flame, reacted instantly, sacrificing their lives to fulfill the meaning of the battle.
Countless Insect Race corpses fell onto the continent.
There were also endless Insect Race, gushing out like geysers from the gradually appearing mutated wormholes, descending upon the Starry Battlefield like locusts.
The battle became chaotic and brutal.
Blood and severed limbs, screams and roars, the clash of swords, the soaring flames of magical arrays, the silent arrows of the elven race, the explosive and ferocious cannons of the dwarves, the sharp bone spikes and bone knives of the insectoid race, blood and saliva strong enough to pierce even steel, terrifying lightning...
All kinds of weapons used to reap lives were unleashed to their fullest extent at this moment.
In the sky, the battle between the strongest beings was enough to instantly take the lives of millions of low-level Insect Race; the fragments of insect limbs rained down like a storm...
Fortunately, the allied forces had made numerous preparations on the Starry Continent beforehand, so after the initial panic, they quickly calmed down and began to counterattack.
The Silver Crystal Battle Soul of the Northern Region Empire traversed the ground, continuously supporting the various allied forces that encountered danger. Their Mithril bodies were not afraid of the claws and Bone Spike of the low- and mid-level seeds.
The low-level silver crystal battle spirits, forged from metal, numbered in the hundreds of thousands. While their strength was not as high as that of the mithril silver crystal battle spirits, they were not afraid of the direct impact of the Central Extreme Insect Clan and swiftly and ruthlessly reaped the lives of the Insect Clan that descended on the ground.
The Northern Region Empire did not hold back; at this critical moment, it immediately dispatched its most powerful army.
Meanwhile, within fortifications strong enough to withstand the Insect Race invasion, various magical weapons relentlessly consumed Magic Power, firing and activating themselves frantically. Streams of destructive magical light flashed in the air, each flash enough to shoot down a high-level Insect Race at the True God Realm.
Within the immediate moment of contact, both sides unleashed their strongest forces.
This is hardly a war.
It was not a massacre between the two sides, but a slaughter of each other.
The sky and ground above the Starry Battlefield were like a giant millstone of life, a frantically spinning meat grinder, constantly turning the surrounding creatures into piles of bloody, soulless minced meat.
After the initial frenzy, the situation gradually stabilized.
Under the guidance of renowned managers such as Mourinho, Wenger, Ferguson, Capello, Arshavin, the Allied Forces operated more and more smoothly, and casualties began to decrease. At least on the ground of the Starry Battlefield, the Allied Forces gradually stabilized the situation, gained an absolute advantage, and began to relatively easily annihilate the Insect Race that landed on the ground by utilizing some prior deployments.
Having endured the initial baptism of frenzied slaughter, the Allied warriors gradually adapted to and became accustomed to the Insect Race, this mad and terrifying adversary, and were no longer panicked.
The battle between the strongest beings in the sky had become a stalemate.
As more and more stargate wormholes emerge, more and more advanced Insect Race pour out. The battles between the strongest beings are gradually developing in a way that is unfavorable to the Allied Forces. High-end combat power has always been the weakness of the Allied Forces. In the past thousand years, the Human Clan on the continent has hardly produced any god-level powerhouses. Although some ancient powerhouses from other races have survived, their numbers are not large.
In the final period of time, relying on the heaven-defying methods of the continental emperor Alexander, the method to break down the barrier between humans and gods was spread. He also cultivated in a space with time reversal. With this almost forced growth method, a large number of powerful beings above the level of gods were cultivated for the entire continent in a short period of time.
While it's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost, in terms of overall quality and quantity, it still cannot compare with the Insect Race, who have accumulated millions of years of experience.
Boom!!
Suddenly, a terrifying wave emanated from the mutated stargate that had appeared at the very beginning.
The two supreme warriors who were fighting were suddenly blown away like rice husks in a hurricane before this surge of power. They were powerless to resist and were blown away. They spat out blood, their faces were horrified, and the battle between the supreme warriors who were frantically anxious was stopped.
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A three-in-one chapter.
My mental state has been extremely poor lately. I spent three days writing 10,000 words in my Little Black Room. Sigh, as my editor would say, it's unbelievable that a sunny young man like me could become depressed.
I go to the hospital every day for all sorts of tests.
The most painful thing for people with depression is knowing they are depressed but being unable to control it.
Brothers, please bear with me a little longer; I'll try my best to adjust.