Deep within the Sea of Thunder.
Thunder roared in all directions, painting a scene of apocalypse.
Outside a certain cave, several hundred people had surrounded the area.
All around them, countless corpses still lay scattered.
The insect race had suffered the most casualties.
There were also no few corpses from the Demon Race and the Machine Race.
"Yan, this time, even if you sprout wings, you won't escape."
"Hmph! Then come in if you've got the guts."
A somewhat weathered voice came from within the cave.
From the sound of it, the speaker seemed short of breath and was clearly injured.
"You think we don't dare? Come on, charge!"
"Wait, Brother Fuhen, there's no need to be so hasty. He is already at the end of his tether. This cave is easy to defend and hard to attack, but it has no second exit. We only need to guard this place. Once his injuries worsen, it won't be too late to act."
"Bahxi, you're right!"
Hearing this, Fuhen, the king of the Demon Race, smiled and nodded.
This time, both he and Bahxi, the divine lord of the Machine Race, had come personally.
Their plan had succeeded. Under the joint assault of the insect race and their two races, Yan had been injured, and badly at that.
Yet Yan was, after all, a peerless genius the human race saw only once in ten thousand years, incomparably powerful.
Even while injured, he had furiously slain several insect race queens.
He had also killed hundreds of high-level True God Realm experts from the Machine Race and Demon Race.
However, the attack had come suddenly, and he had been outnumbered.
In the end, Yan had been forced to hide inside the cave before them.
Relying on the cave's peculiar terrain, he had kept