Twists and turns.
Jiang Ping had thought the Ant King's victory was assured. He had never expected Gai Feng's final strike to be so terrifying, yet the Ant King had been even more calculating. The Human Race's strongest expert had died, but the Ant King had escaped disaster.
But unexpectedly, humanity actually still had such a trump card!
Only after carefully observing did Jiang Ping realize that this alchemical nuclear bomb had likely been hastily manufactured just after the Ant King swept across the world. It was merely a prototype; otherwise, its power would have been even greater!
His gaze turned toward the battlefield. The Ant King's indestructible golden body had been shattered. Could he still withstand the attack?
Smoke billowed, blanketing the entire battlefield in white.
Human Race experts who had rushed over from the depths of the continent could not help using wind-based techniques to blow away the white smoke.
As far as the eye could see, there were blackened remains everywhere, all formed from the piled corpses of onlookers!
A bottomless crater had appeared at the center of the battlefield.
The crater spanned a full hundred meters in diameter, and its depth was impossible to fathom. Scorching magma occasionally surged up from within.
"Where is the Ant King?" a Human Race expert asked insistently.
"Alive, we must see the ant. Dead, we must see the corpse!"
The many Myriad Races experts who had arrived had no time to mourn the tragedy of the onlookers. At the first time, they began searching for traces of the Ant King.
A peerless expert like the Ant King would leave behind remains even in death! It was impossible for there to be no trace at all.
In the depths of the ocean, the black Ant Race began its counterattack as well. They too had come to search for traces of their king!
Battle suddenly erupted across the battlefield. Myriad Races warriors and the ant army began fighting, each side wanting to find the Ant King's remains first.
Had the Ant King fallen or not? It would determine the fate of the Myriad Races!
Watching anxiously from outside, Jiang Ping quickly cheated to see the truth. It would have been fine if he had not looked, but the moment he did, Jiang Ping inwardly cursed.
"The Human Race is finished."
Whoosh!
Claws pierced the scorching rock layers as a short figure crawled out from the deep crater, then leaped free.
Dead silence!
The noisy battlefield became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The Ant King's body was only fifty centimeters tall. No one knew how many bodies that previous strike had destroyed. Yet this not especially tall figure made everyone tremble.
The Ant King was now too weak to fly!
This thought suddenly surfaced in the minds of the Myriad Races. In an instant, dozens of powerful warriors attacked the newly reborn Ant King.
The Ant King cast them a cold glance, both hands continuously tracing attacks through the air. The charging warriors were disintegrated into chunks before they even reached him.
"I may be weakened for now, but that does not mean you have become stronger!"
His blood-red eyes swept over the chaotic battlefield. "Ant Race warriors, the entire army, attack! Devour the Myriad Races, destroy everything! This farce should end!"
Countless Black Tides surged forth from the rear. The Myriad Races warriors despaired and raised their heads blankly toward the sky. 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.
Page Two. Primordial Calendar, New Century. The Ant King led the Devouring Ants in sweeping across the world. Gai Feng, the strongest expert in Human Race history, wielded the lost divine artifact, the Spear of Destiny, and battled the peerless Ant King at the Central Ancestral Land.
The two exchanged three moves. Gai Feng fell, the Tablet of Truth shattered, and its fragments scattered into the corners of the world. The Ant King was severely wounded by humanity's secret superweapon, the "Light of Salvation."
The Devouring Ants stormed into the Central Ancestral Land and began a bloody slaughter. The Creation God's favored children, the Human Race, went extinct. The Myriad Races went extinct. All things withered, and the Myriad Races no longer existed in the world.
Looking at the creation log, Jiang Ping sighed sincerely. "The Devouring Ants are truly defying the heavens!"
He had clearly placed great hopes on the Human Race and bestowed three great treasures upon them, yet in ancient times, the Tablet of Truth had already been stolen by the Ant Queen. That had determined the outcome of this Century Great Battle.
"You warlike Little Fellow, the world has already bowed beneath your feet, and the Myriad Races have been slaughtered to extinction. What will you do next?"
The corner of Jiang Ping's mouth could not help lifting. With a snap, he closed the book, stood up, and stretched lazily.
This great battle had finally come to an end. The Primordial World had entered the era of the Devouring Ants. It was time for him to eat.
With that thought, Jiang Ping went out in search of food. As he left, the Devouring Ants of the Primordial World roared proudly across the world.
The Myriad Races' final patch of pure land was breached. Blood flowed like rivers; even floating shields in blood could not describe the battlefield's tragic state. Long afterward, not a trace of life remained on that continent.
Other than the densely packed Ant Race warriors brutally dragging away the corpses of the Myriad Races, there was not a single other species left on the largest continent in the world.
After the battle ended, the Ant King immediately announced that he would enter seclusion. The Ant Queens knew that King Beo had suffered grave wounds during the final battle.
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 had to find every fragment of the Tablet of Truth, whether in the heavens above or the underworld below!
Afterward, he entered closed seclusion with the Spear of Destiny.
No one had expected this seclusion to last so long. A hundred years passed in a flash. During these years, Devouring Ants filled every corner of the Primordial World, and their population surpassed one hundred billion!
Above the nine heavens, deep within the earth, and in the endless ocean trenches, every last remaining living creature was slaughtered!
The Devouring Ants were unquestionably the number one race in the world!
Because every other race had been exterminated!
The continents were no longer lush and vibrant. One Death Desert after another appeared across the world.
Even the endless ocean, the source of life, was tainted by the Devouring Ants. All life-bearing substances in the sea were devoured, and the world's cycle collapsed!
A foul stench gradually spread through the ocean, making even the Devouring Ants sick!
The ocean surrounding the world was dyed black, stinkier than even a sewage ditch.
The coastal regions were an ugly, poisonous green. Poison gas bubbles occasionally erupted from the sea, poisoning large numbers of ant colonies near the shore to death.
The sky was no longer blue. Other than flying ants occasionally streaking past, there were no more flying birds, and gray stained the heavens.
An Ant Queen watched the world with worry. Over these years, the Devouring Ants had devoured everything in the world. She could already sense the world groaning under the strain; the entire cycle of the world had been broken!
After devouring everything, the race's growth had begun to stagnate in recent years. Unable to suppress their instincts, some colonies had even begun mutilating themselves!
They fought one another, then devoured the other side.
Finally, the Ant King exited seclusion after a hundred years. Over that century, the shattered fragments of the Tablet of Truth had been recovered by the Ant Race from every corner of the world. The Ant King fused the Tablet of Truth once more and completely refined the Spear of Destiny!
Now, the silver spear had transformed into the black Death Spear. All the Ant King's injuries had healed, and his body, over two meters tall, appeared especially imposing.
"Congratulations to the world's most honored and sacred king!"
After a barrage of flattery, an Ant Queen offered advice. "King, our race has dominated the world over these years. But as everything has been destroyed, the world's cycle has collapsed. In recent years, the world environment has become nothing like before.
Our race has already begun mutilating itself! If this continues, I fear we will head down the path of extinction!"
The Ant King sat upright upon his bone throne, gently stroking the spear in his hand. He neither agreed nor disagreed, merely allowing the Ant Queen to continue.
"In my view, our race should designate an enclosed region and use the Human Race's genetic technology to breed all kinds of living creatures there. This way, all things can survive, and the world can remain balanced."
The Ant King spoke. "Our population has now reached one hundred billion. Is it not good for us to kill each other? The strong grow stronger, while the weak are eliminated! Only stronger ones will remain!"
The Ant Queen froze. She had never imagined that the Ant King would be so cruel even toward his own race!
Once this order was given, several more tens of billions of ants died from killing each other!
She hurriedly tried to persuade him. "King, this only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. The world's balance has been broken. This is merely a delaying measure!"
"Hmm?"
The Ant King was displeased. The temperature immediately dropped below freezing, and the hairs of every Ant Queen present stood on end.
He pointed at the divine artifact in his hand.
"Do you know what this is?"
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