158: Chapter 158: The Great Annihilation of the Divine Realm

On the edge of the old Divine Domain, a tributary of the Styx River.

The river water was turbulent, and the pitch-black dead water churned.

A primitive Liquid Metal Crab King over twenty meters in size lay in the silt, waving its massive pincers, tearing into a passing low-tier water beast.

The water surface broke open.

Dozens of mutant Liquid Metal Crabs, only about seven meters in size, dived to the riverbed.

The primitive Crab King sensed its territory had been invaded and released its pressure.

It swung its giant pincers, capable of snapping mountains, bringing with it terrifying water pressure, and smashed straight toward the mutant crab at the very front.

The mutant crab did not dodge.

A flash of grayish-white light flickered in its compound eyes.

The dark gold fluid on its body surface boiled and gathered toward its right front limb.

In just half a second, that crab pincer underwent morphological reorganization, transforming into a Tyrant Demon heavy fist covered in dark gold armor.

Bang!

The seven-meter-sized mutant crab threw a punch completely disproportionate to its size, meeting the primitive Crab King's giant pincer head-on.

A white vacuum cavity exploded at the bottom of the water.

The primitive Crab King's giant pincer shattered inch by inch, and bone shards mixed with dark green blood gushed out.

The mutant crab took advantage of the momentum to press forward, its dark gold heavy fist striking continuously, directly smashing through the primitive Crab King's cephalothorax.

The battle ended within three seconds.

The surrounding primitive Liquid Metal Crab swarm shivered, all lying on the silt to signal their submission.

These dozens of mutant crabs did not continue the slaughter. They stood side by side, their Mental Energy fluctuations resonating with each other.

Having endured fifty years of life-and-death torture in the Tyrant Demon Gladiator Cage, they had long since transcended the category of low-level beasts.

Those days of being treated as toys to be played with at will had firmly bound the wills of this group of mutant creatures together.

They shared common memories, common pain, and a common determination.

Between those of the same clan, there was absolutely no infighting.

The same scene played out on the cliffs, barren plains, and high skies of the New Continent.

Tens of thousands of mutant Demon Vultures charged into the nests of primitive Demon Vultures.

With their wings spread, the mutant Demon Vultures showed no mercy in the face of the primitive leaders' provocations.

They directly employed the combined attack tactics learned from the Tyrant Demon.

Cutting, pulling, diving.

The primitive leaders were instantly dismembered.

The hundred-thousand-strong mutant army returned to their respective territories, thoroughly purging the originally loose and scattered clans with an unstoppable force.

The sky and the ocean welcomed new kings.

Under the rule of the mutant leaders, meaningless slaughter between the sea and sky clans significantly decreased.

Every sortie and every hunt had a clear tactical objective.

They began to divide territories, stockpile resources, and reproduce and evolve.

The Bug King was far away in the underground, seeing through all of this clearly.

Not only did it not stop them, but it also secretly mobilized some resources.

It drove low-tier insects to serve as rations for the sea and sky clans, deliberately accelerating their reproduction and evolution speed.

Time passed.

Ten years, twenty years, fifty years.

The descendants of these mutant creatures completely ruled the sky and the ocean.

They were no longer confined to a single city or location.

Mutant Demon Vultures crossed the Styx River, and mutant Bone Fish swam toward the deep sea.

They wandered everywhere, breeding offspring.

The "Mimicry" talent of the Time Demon Race, under the assimilation of the Divine Domain's Law, gradually solidified into the instinct of this group of creatures — "Imitation".

A mutant bat encountered a [Psionic Plasma Bug] of the insect race.

The plasma ball shattered half of the bat's wing.

In the process of falling, the genes within the bat's body began to operate.

Its tail bone forcibly twisted, growing a resonance sac similar to that of a Plasma Bug.

The next second, the bat opened its mouth.

It spat out a plasma ball with slightly weaker power but identical attributes, blasting that Plasma Bug into fragments.

After imitating many times, this temporarily borrowed ability...

...would be forcibly imprinted into their genes, replicated as part of their own system.

The entire Divine Domain fell into a frenzy of "ability theft".

Marine creatures replicated the flight and gliding of aerial creatures, while aerial creatures replicated the water pressure resistance of marine creatures.

They copied each other's homework during fights, and in the end, they all went to copy the insect race's trump cards.

A more terrifying qualitative change occurred with the three Diamond Tier traits that Lin Yuan had bestowed in his early years.

[Extremely Heavy Water], [Soul Infrasound], [Gravity Recombination].

These three tyrannical abilities originally only existed within the elites of each race.

Due to class solidification and reproductive limitations, they had never been able to spread on a large scale.

But now, it was different.

The integration of alien genes, coupled with the catalysis of reproduction cards, broke the barriers.

Mutant creatures possessing the ability to imitate, when encountering primitive elites possessing these traits...

...even if they were beaten half to death, as long as they survived, they could forcibly replicate a portion of the traits' power.

This beneficial ability was inherited by their offspring.

Approaching the one-hundred-year time mark.

The abilities of these three Diamond Tier traits had already become rampant among the sea and sky clans.

An ordinary mutant Bone Fish could open its mouth and emit Soul Infrasound that shook the Soul.

An ordinary Demon Vulture, after landing with severe injuries, could absorb surrounding earth and stone elements to trigger Gravity Recombination and regenerate severed limbs.

And those first batch of mutant elites that came out alive from the Tyrant Demon Gladiator Cage had evolved to an appalling degree.

They had been beaten by the Tyrant Demon year-round, and the combat instincts of the Violent Demon Clan were carved into their bones.

In the sky, the top Demon Vulture leaders...

...not only had backs covered in dark gold feathers but had also grown an extra pair of Void Realm wings belonging to the Shadow Abyssal Demon.

With a flap of their wings, they would directly vanish into the shadows.

In the ocean, the most formidable Liquid Metal Crab Kings had their bodies covered in heavy Titan fluid.

They had learned the special skills of the Tyrant Demon and could quickly liquefy the metallic fluid on their body surface.

Reshaping it into weapons like long spears, giant blades, and heavy shields.

The species of the entire Divine Domain all carried, to varying degrees, the characteristics of dark gold fluid.

This was the ultimate assimilation belonging to the Wasteland Law.

Deep underground, in the insect lair.

The Bug King lay on the throne beside the Queen Mother, slowly opening its compound eyes.

It had only taken a few naps and sorted through the new gene sequences extracted by the Queen Mother.

One hundred years had passed just like that.

The Bug King stood up, and the royal antennae on its head lit up with a ghostly purple light.

Mental Energy broke through the ground, sweeping across the entire New Continent and the Styx River basin.

The information fed back caused a clear flash of astonishment in the Bug King's cold eyes, which had remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years.

It had changed.

The outside world had completely changed.

The sky was shrouded in a layer of dark gold clouds, which were joint formations composed of tens of millions of mutant Demon Vultures and bats.

The ocean had been divided into tight defensive lines, with mutant Bone Fish and Liquid Metal Crabs establishing underwater fortresses according to clan size.

Vaguely, the sky ruled the sky, and the ocean ruled the ocean.

What alarmed the Bug King the most was that in the deepest parts of those sea and sky formations, a dozen extremely powerful auras had risen.

Diamond Tier.

Under the deliberate free-ranging by the insect race, the catalysis of reproductive tides, and endless replication and evolution...

...the sea and sky clans had actually forcibly produced a dozen Diamond Tier top-tier predators!

You must know, even the insect race, which devoured countless resources, currently only had the Bug King itself firmly at the Diamond Tier.

The Bug King was silent for a moment.

It was not sure if these newly promoted Diamond Tier monsters had mastered the power of heaven and earth.

But the Bug King would not be afraid; the astonishment in the depths of its compound eyes transformed into endless greed.

The crops were ripe.

The pigs raised for a hundred years had finally grown the fattest meat.

The replicated genes, Fusion abilities, and Tyrant Demon traits within these sea and sky creatures...

...were the perfect puzzle pieces for the insect race's next round of evolution.

The Bug King raised its head and let out a piercing shriek that penetrated the earth's crust.

Hiss—!

The order was issued.

The insect army, having been silent for a hundred years, officially mobilized.

Eighty million insect troops surged out from thousands of underground exits.

The black insect tide covered the barren plains and blotted out the sky.

The entry of the insect race ended the brief peace of this Divine Domain.

They campaigned everywhere, roaming and plundering everywhere.

The goal was only one: to kill, to devour, to plunder genes.

The insect race felt no fear and did not fear death.

Under the blessing of [Pain Link], they knew no fatigue.

In the past, an insect tide charge of this scale would have been enough to tear the sea and sky clans to pieces within a day.

But this time, the Bug King had miscalculated.

On the edge of the New Continent, a huge canyon.

Three million [Mad Sickle Shadow Blade Beetle]s turned into a black torrent, charging straight at the Demon Vulture flock circling above the canyon.

The Demon Vulture flock did not panic or scatter and flee like they did a hundred years ago.

Accompanied by a high-pitched eagle cry.

In the sky, over a million mutant Demon Vultures changed formation.

Following the tactics thought out in the Tyrant Demon Gladiator Cage, they divided their clansmen into layer upon layer, stacking them together.

At the bottom layer were the heavy-armored Demon Vultures with massive bodies and thick armor.

They folded their wings, and the fluid on their body surface gathered in front of their chests, transforming into massive metal shields.

The second layer consisted of Demon Vultures that had mastered [Soul Infrasound].

They opened their beaks, with high-frequency sound waves ready to be unleashed.

The top layer consisted of assassin-type Demon Vultures possessing Void Realm wings, ready to cut into the battlefield at any moment.

Seamless and impeccable.

Clang!

The Blade Insect torrent collided with the Demon Vulture shield formation.

Metal rubbed against metal, sparks flying everywhere.

The shield formation did not retreat half a step.

The next second, the second layer of Demon Vultures exerted their strength in unison.

Invisible Soul Infrasound swept out like a tsunami.

The hundreds of thousands of Blade Insects charging at the very front froze in their movements.

The infrasound waves directly penetrated their physical defenses, shattering their Soul Origin.

[Pain Link] operated frantically, attempting to distribute this Soul damage.

But the frequency of the infrasound waves was too high, and the damage was too dense.

Before the insect swarm in the rear could share the burden, the Blade Insects in the front row were already falling from mid-air in droves.

The explosion of the Void Realm glands inside their bodies further solidified the sky's defensive line.

In the Styx River basin, the battle situation was equally tragic.

[Nether-Uranium Heavy Armor Beetle]s attempted to force a crossing of the Styx River.

Under the water surface, mutant Bone Fish and Liquid Metal Crabs formed a dense underwater killing formation.

As soon as the Heavy Armor Beetles fell into the water, countless high-pressure water blades condensed from [Extremely Heavy Water] came cutting in from all directions.

The Heavy Armor Beetles' black crystal shells became covered in cracks under the continuous cutting of the high-pressure water blades.

Immediately after, the Liquid Metal Crab swarm brandished dark gold spears.

They pierced into the bodies of the Heavy Armor Beetles along the cracks, churning their internal organs into pulp.

Every step the insect race advanced, they had to pay the price of thousands of corpses.

Blood stained the barren plains red and dyed the Styx River black.

This war of the hundred-million-creature scale changed the conventional ecology of the Divine Domain.

The casualty figures for all species were a hundred times higher than a hundred years ago.

Millions of creatures died every day.

But the individuals that survived, in the extreme life-and-death struggle, frantically devoured the enemies' flesh and blood, replicating their abilities.

A Blade Insect that survived the baptism of infrasound waves grew resonance bone horns on its head.

A Heavy Armor Beetle that withstood the high-pressure water blades saw ghostly blue patterns of the Water Law emerge on the surface of its shell.

This was a war with no winners, only evolution.

The surge in casualties brought about a direct consequence: the trigger frequency of Laws rose exponentially.

A hundred times, a thousand times!

Life and death, withering and prosperity, destruction and reorganization.

Countless broken Law fragments were stripped and purified under the slaughter of hundreds of millions of creatures.