All Things Wither

The situation took many twists and turns.

Jiang Ping had thought the Ant King was sure to win, but he hadn't expected Gai Feng's final strike to be so terrifying. However, the Ant King's cunning was even greater. The death of humanity's strongest fighter allowed the Ant King to narrowly escape.

But he hadn't expected humanity to still have such a powerful trump card!

Jiang Ping observed carefully and discovered that this alchemical nuclear bomb must have been hastily manufactured by the Ant King after sweeping across the land. It was likely a test product, otherwise, its power would have been even greater!

His gaze turned to the battlefield. The Ant King's Indestructible Golden Body had been shattered; could it still defend itself?

Smoke billowed, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in white mist.

Human experts who had rushed from deep within the continent couldn't help but use wind-elemental techniques to blow the smoke away.

What met their eyes was a scene of black debris; these were the piled-up corpses of onlookers!

A bottomless, colossal pit had appeared in the center of the battlefield.

The pit was a hundred meters in diameter, its depth unfathomable, and scalding magma occasionally erupted from its depths.

"Where is the Ant King?" the human experts pressed.

"We want to see the Ant King alive, or its corpse if dead!"

The many experts from various races who had arrived, too grief-stricken to mourn the tragedy of the onlookers, immediately began searching for any trace of the Ant King.

A peerless expert like the Ant King, even in death, would leave behind remains! It was impossible for there to be no trace at all.

From the depths of the ocean, the black Ant Tribe began their counterattack, also searching for their King's traces!

The battlefield erupted into combat as warriors from all races and the ant army began to fight, each wanting to find the Ant King's remains first.

Whether the Ant King had fallen or not would decide the fate of all races!

Jiang Ping watched anxiously from outside and quickly used his cheat to see the truth. He didn't expect it to be so bad, and upon seeing it, Jiang Ping inwardly cursed.

"Humanity is finished."

Shink!

Sharp claws pierced the scalding rock layer, and a small figure crawled out of the deep pit, leaping out.

A deathly silence fell!

The noisy battlefield became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The Ant King's body was only 50 centimeters tall; no one knew how many bodies had been destroyed by that last blow. Though not a towering figure, it made everyone tremble.

The Ant King was now so weak it couldn't fly!

This thought suddenly appeared in the minds of all the races, and instantly, dozens of powerful warriors attacked the newborn Ant King.

The Ant King glanced coldly, its hands constantly drawing lines of attack in the void. The attacking warriors were disintegrated into fragments before they even reached it.

"Though this King is temporarily weakened, it does not mean you have become strong!"

It swept its blood-red eyes across the chaotic battlefield, "Ant Tribe warriors, launch a full-scale attack, devour all races, and destroy everything! This farce should end now!"

Countless black tides surged from behind. The warriors of all races despaired. They looked up at the sky blankly; this time, no miracle descended.

The Primordial World entered a brand new chapter.

Jiang Ping sighed, withdrew his gaze, and opened the Creation Diary in his hands.

The second page, Primordial Calendar, New Century: The Ant King led the Devouring Ants to sweep across the land. Gai Feng, the strongest in human history, wielding the lost divine artifact, the Spear of Destiny, fought the peerless Ant King in a decisive battle at the Central Ancestral Land.

They exchanged three blows, and Gai Feng perished. The Tablet of Truth shattered, its fragments scattering to the corners of the world. The Ant King was severely wounded by humanity's secret ultimate weapon, the Light of Salvation.

The Devouring Ants invaded the Central Ancestral Land and began a bloody slaughter. The Creation God's favored children, humanity, were exterminated, all races were exterminated, all life withered, and the world was no longer populated by myriad races.

Looking at the creation log, Jiang Ping couldn't help but marvel, "The Devouring Ants are truly heaven-defying!"

He had clearly placed great hope in humanity and bestowed three great treasures, but in ancient times, the Tablet of Truth had already been stolen by the Ant Queen, which determined the outcome of this epic battle.

"You tenacious little creature, the world has already bowed before you. All races have been slaughtered. What will you do next?"

Jiang Ping couldn't help but curve his lips, closed the book with a snap, and got up to stretch.

This great battle had finally concluded, and the Primordial World had entered the Devouring Ant era. It was time for him to eat.

With that thought, Jiang Ping headed out to find food. As he left, the Devouring Ants of the Primordial World roared triumphantly across the land.

The last sanctuary of all races was breached. Rivers of blood and corpses floating on the water were insufficient to describe the horrors of the battlefield. After a long time, not a trace of life remained on this continent.

Only the dense black ant warriors remained, cruelly dragging the corpses of all races. On the world's largest continent, not a single other species existed.

After the great battle concluded, the Ant King immediately announced he was going into seclusion. The Ant Queens knew that in the final battle, the Ant King Beo had been severely injured.

Even the Tablet of Truth had been shattered; he was not as relaxed as he appeared!

Before entering seclusion, the Ant King issued a death order: they must find all the fragments of the Tablet of Truth, no matter the cost.

Afterward, he went into strict seclusion with the Spear of Destiny.

No one expected the Ant King's seclusion to be so long. A hundred years passed in a flash. Over these years, the Devouring Ants had spread throughout every corner of the Primordial World, their numbers exceeding a hundred billion!

From the nine heavens above to the depths of the earth and the endless ocean trenches, any remaining scattered life forms were utterly annihilated!

The Devouring Ants were the undisputed number one race in the world!

This was because all other species had been wiped out!

The continents are no longer lush and vibrant, but rather covered in one expanse of desert after another.

The Source of Life, the endless ocean, has also been defiled by the Devouring Ants. The life-sustaining substances within the ocean have been completely consumed, and the world's cycle has collapsed!

A foul stench gradually emanated from the ocean, making even the Devouring Ants feel disgusted!

The ocean surrounding the world turned black, more putrid than a sewer.

The nearshore areas were a disgusting toxic green, with poisonous gas bubbles occasionally erupting from the sea surface, causing large numbers of ants in coastal regions to die from poisoning.

The sky was no longer azure. Apart from the occasional passing of flying ants, no other birds could be seen, and the sky was dyed gray.

One Ant Queen looked at the world with worry. Over the years, the Devouring Ants had consumed everything in the world. She could already feel the world groaning under the strain, its entire cycle broken!

In recent years, after eliminating all life, the tribe had begun to stagnate. They could no longer suppress their primal instincts, and some factions had started to mutilate each other!

They fought and then devoured each other.

Finally, the Ant King, who had been in seclusion for a hundred years, emerged. In those hundred years, the Ant Tribe had recovered the fragmented pieces of truth from every corner. The Ant King had reassembled the Tablet of Truth and fully refined the Spear of Destiny!

Now, the silver spear had transformed into the black Death Spear. The Ant King's injuries were all healed, and his two-meter-tall frame appeared exceptionally imposing.

"Congratulations to the most respected and sacred King in the world."

After a barrage of flattery, the Ant Queen presented her plea: "Your Majesty, our tribe has dominated the world in recent years. However, as we have eliminated all life, the world's cycle has collapsed, and the environment has deteriorated.

Our tribe has begun to mutilate itself! If this continues, we may face extinction!"

The Ant King sat on his throne of bones, stroking the spear in his hand. Without committing to an answer, he allowed the Ant Queen to continue.

"In my opinion, our tribe should designate a region for breeding, utilizing human genetic technology to specifically cultivate various creatures. This would ensure the survival of all life and maintain the world's balance."

The Ant King spoke, "Our tribe now numbers in the hundreds of billions. Isn't mutual slaughter a good thing? The strong become stronger, and the weak are eliminated! Only the strongest will survive!"

The Ant Queen was stunned, never imagining that the Ant King would be so ruthless even towards his own tribe!

With this command, tens of billions more of their kin died from mutual slaughter!

She quickly tried to persuade him, "Your Majesty, this is merely a stopgap measure. The world's balance has been broken; this only delays the inevitable!"

"Hmm?"

The Ant King was displeased, and the air instantly dropped to zero degrees. All the Ant Queens present felt their fur stand on end.

He pointed to the divine artifact in his hand.

"Do you know what this is?"

PS: Requesting recommendation votes. The Primordial World is almost complete.