121: Chapter 121: The Second-Year Senior is Here Again

The Tyrant let out a fanatical roar.

Its legs bent, propelled by reverse gravity, its body streaking into an afterimage as it lunged straight for the Broodmother's face.

The Broodmother's compound eyes contracted.

She felt the surging desire to kill emanating from this monster.

The dark purple Void Law condensed into a barrier in front of her.

Clang!

The horse-slaying saber slashed against the Void barrier.

The violent force transmitted through the barrier, causing the Broodmother's body to shudder slightly.

The wound on her abdomen split open again, splashing purplish-black blood onto the ground.

She grit her teeth, the Power of the World surging.

Her right forelimb transformed into a Void spear, stabbing into the Tyrant's chest.

The Tyrant was sent flying backward several hundred meters once again.

Having landed the blow, the Broodmother did not press her advantage.

Using the recoil force, her figure retreated rapidly.

Her target was clear, heading straight for the primary hive in the deepest part of the plane.

There lay the plane's Origin crystals that she had spent hundreds of years accumulating.

As long as she could rush back and forcibly devour those crystals, she could temporarily suppress the chaotic backlash within her body.

Once her injuries stabilized, she could rely on the endless flow of the Power of the World to wear down these strange foreign creatures.

This was a powerful biological instinct, driving her to abandon her dignity and do everything she could to survive.

"Want to run?"

A cold thought echoed over the battlefield.

The Calamity Fire Spirit Lord made no unnecessary movements.

It slowly raised its giant hand, which burned with black-gray karmic fire, and pressed its palm downward.

Buzz!

The space ahead of the Broodmother's escape route distorted.

Ten massive karmic fire bone rings materialized out of thin air, stacking upon one another and completely blocking the path to the primary hive.

The Broodmother's forward momentum was ground to a sudden halt.

She did not dare crash into them.

Even from hundreds of meters away, she could feel the destructive aura contained within the black-gray flames.

With her retreat cut off, the Broodmother's compound eyes were filled with resentment.

In the brief half-second she paused,

the ground behind her exploded.

The Tyrant leaped out of the deep crater, the massive hole in its chest already healed.

It charged forward, stamping deep cracks into the earth with every step.

The Broodmother hissed, turning her Void spear to meet the attack.

But the threat did not only come from the front.

The shadow on the Broodmother's left suddenly squirmed.

The Heaven-Devouring Insect King appeared.

As the king of the Wasteland Zerg, it perfectly fused the traits of all branch units.

The silver bone blades on the Insect King's arms popped out, imbued with the cutting power of the Mad Sickle Shadow Blade Beetle.

Swish!

Two silver blade glows slashed crosswise toward the Broodmother's neck.

Shocked, the Broodmother hurriedly dodged to the side, the Void Law forming a protective layer on her body.

The blade glows shattered the protective layer, leaving two deep white marks on the Broodmother's carapace.

Before the Broodmother could counterattack, the Insect King's tail whipped high into the air.

The trait of the Psionic Plasma Bug erupted.

A highly compressed, head-sized blue-and-white plasma ball slammed heavily onto the Broodmother's back.

Boom!

The Broodmother was blasted forward, stumbling.

In the next second, the Insect King opened its mouthparts,

spraying dark green corrosive venom onto the cracks in the carapace left by the plasma ball's explosion.

"Hiss—!"

The venom seeped through the cracks into her flesh, corroding the Broodmother's nerves.

The Broodmother rolled in agony, her Void Law erupting wildly in all directions in an attempt to force the Insect King back.

Having landed a successful strike, the Insect King activated Shadow Lurker Voidification and melted back into the shadows without lingering in the fight.

The Tyrant had already arrived.

The horse-slaying saber, carrying a thousand times gravity, came crashing down upon her head.

The Broodmother could only endure the pain and raise her Void spear to block.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A series of dense metallic clashes echoed across the Wasteland.

The Broodmother was suffering miserably.

With every move she made, she only dared to use thirty percent of her strength to block the Tyrant's frontal assault,

while the remaining seventy percent had to be kept in reserve, constantly on guard against the Calamity Fire Spirit Lord watching like a hawk from above,

and the Insect King, who could strike a fatal blow from the shadows at any moment.

This led to a dilemma.

She cannot use her immense strength to crush the Tyrant like she did earlier.

What terrified her even more was that something defying her understanding was happening.

The strength of this dark-gold monster wielding the horse-slaying saber was climbing.

The Tyrant's eyes had turned completely crimson.

The [Endless Slaughter] trait was perfectly activated.

Every minute, its overall attributes would increase by one percent.

In past battles, either the opponent was too weak and got hammered into mush in a few punches,

or the opponent was too strong and killed it instantly.

Now, it had met the perfect whetstone.

The Broodmother was stronger than it and could withstand its attacks.

But because she had to guard against its two other companions, she couldn't inflict a fatal blow on it.

This high-intensity life-and-death struggle made the blood inside the Tyrant boil with excitement.

Strength! Speed! Defense! Recovery!

Everything surged across the board.

"Roar—!" (Kill, kill, kill!!! Fight, fight, fight!!!)

The Tyrant's attack frequency grew faster and faster, its horse-slaying saber swinging so densely that not even a drop of water could seep through.

Heavy Water Armor flowed across its body, tanking the occasional Void blade counterattacks from the Broodmother.

Even when cut with wounds deep enough to expose bone, the dark-gold fluid would repair them in the blink of an eye.

It completely abandoned defense, focusing solely on offense.

Under the Tyrant's relentless barrage, the Broodmother retreated step by step.

The shield formed by the Void Law gradually shattered. Her spatial shifting techniques began to show openings in the face of the Tyrant's ever-increasing strength and speed.

Pfft!

With a horizontal sweep from the Tyrant, the barbs of the horse-slaying saber tore open the left side of the Broodmother's carapace, ripping away a large chunk of dark purple flesh.

The Broodmother let out a mournful wail.

Her opponent grew stronger the more they fought, while she only grew weaker.

Her backlash wounds collapsed under the continuous exertion, and the blessing of the Power of the World was rapidly fading.

Her movements became sluggish, and the glow of her Void spear dimmed.

She tried to send a final distress signal to her subjects across the entire plane through the mental network.

She wanted to overwhelm these monsters with sheer numbers.

However, when her Mental Energy entered the network, she felt nothing but endless cold.

There was no unified assembly signal in the network.

Only the chaotic, violent noise of creatures tearing into each other.

Ten thousand core insect guards with the [Zerg Sovereign] trait had already tampered with the underlying logic.

Sixty percent of the low-tier Zerg were slaughtering their own kind, while the remaining forty percent were being unilaterally massacred by the Tyrant Demons, Fire Spirit, and the avian creatures circling in the sky.

Not a single Zerg on the entire plane could come to her rescue.

Only death awaited her.

...

At the edge of the battlefield.

The Broodmother's aura had plummeted to rock bottom, and the Power of the World on her body was nearly dried up.

Once this power completely dissipated, even if the Tyrant and the others stopped, the Broodmother would still die from the total decay of her physical body.

The outcome was decided.

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze, not letting the Fire Spirit Lord deliver the fatal blow directly.

Because he had been on his guard all along.

Guarding against the "lurkers" hidden in the shadows of Starry Sky University.

As it turned out, his caution was justified.

Just a few minutes ago, he had captured a faint spatial fluctuation.

"A rat has snuck in."

Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes.

He had been wary of other deities sneaking into the plane to "reap the rewards."

He hadn't expected someone who wasn't afraid of death to actually barge in at this moment.

"Let's go have a look."

Without alerting the three clansmen who were surrounding and killing the Broodmother, Lin Yuan's figure melted into the shadows.

...

The outskirts of Plane 093.

On the dark purple fleshy Wasteland, a flash of white light flickered.

Chen Feng's figure materialized.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he held three cards in his hand.

Transcendent-grade Natural Disaster Cards.

Five days ago, he and his team had encountered the Broodmother's rampage here.

The concealment Formation they had painstakingly set up was ruined, and the four of them fled for their lives like stray dogs.

After returning to the Dead Star, the more Chen Feng thought about it, the angrier and more aggrieved he became.

He couldn't swallow this insult.

He wanted revenge.

Chen Feng hadn't come to conquer the plane; he was purely here to vent his anger.

He was going to use these three Transcendent-grade Natural Disaster Cards to blow the outer ecosystem of this plane sky-high, letting these bugs taste despair as well.

"Fucking bugs, die for me!"

Chen Feng grit his teeth and raised the Natural Disaster Cards in his hand, injecting Divine Power, preparing to activate them.

But the moment he raised his head, his entire body froze.

The Natural Disaster Cards in his hand stopped in mid-air, and the flow of Divine Power ceased.

His mouth hung slightly open, unable to speak for a long moment.

The scene before him completely shattered his understanding.

There was no overwhelming sea of insects rushing to attack.

There were only severed limbs and shattered bodies strewn across the ground.

Dark purple blood pooled into rivers, with a sour, rotten smell mixed with a strong burnt odor.

Chen Feng saw the hilly area in the distance.

Tens of thousands of Zerg were frantically tearing into each other.

There was no command, no Formation—it was a slaughter driven entirely by beastly instinct.

Sharp limbs sliced through companions' carapaces, and acid was spat onto the faces of their own kind.

"This... what's going on?" Chen Feng's mind went completely blank.

Didn't the Zerg have a strict hierarchy and a mental network?

How could they be fighting among themselves to this extent?

Just then, he saw an even more terrifying scene.

The sky was obscured by a dark cloud.

It was a flock of Demon Vultures with wingspans exceeding ten meters, along with a boundless swarm of bats.

They circled above the sea of insects, taking a massive toll on Zerg lives with every dive.

On the other end of the horizon,

a group of eight-meter-tall, purplish-black heavy armored beetles were rolling over everything like a city wall.

Wherever they passed, the Zerg army dissolved upon contact.

What made Chen Feng's scalp tingle even more were the dark-gold monsters weaving through the battlefield.

Chen Feng saw with his own eyes a dark-gold monster leap high into the air.

With a single punch, it shattered the head of a Diamond-tier burrowing insect, splattering fluids all over itself.

Yet, it roared excitedly to the heavens and lunged at its next target.

"Just what kind of monsters are these..." Chen Feng's legs began to tremble.