64: Chapter 64: Aerial Army Engages in Cross-Dimensional Bloodbath, Devouring Flesh and Blood for Ultimate Evolution

Silver time turbulence continued to surge.

Time entered the second century.

Deep within the earth's veins, the fire of the demigod burned ever more fiercely.

The heat of the divine fire penetrated the crystalline crust, continuously scorching the entire Wasteland.

The vast amount of "bizarre resources" Lin Yuan had invested at the beginning of the first century gradually fermented over this long period.

[Extreme Cold Bone-Scraping Wind Eye] [Heavy Metal Poison Fog] [Void Poison Swamp Acid]...

Originally distinct sources of pollution clashed and fused violently under the baking of the laws.

This catalyzed a series of extreme climates.

At the edge of the horizon, heavy metal toxic clouds and radiation storms interwoven with red and green strangled each other.

Occasionally, [Heavy Metal Poisonous Acid Hail] would fall from the sky without warning.

The hailstones, the size of an adult's fist, were entirely a deathly lead-gray.

Falling from a height of ten thousand meters, the kinetic energy of the poisonous acid hail was comparable to heavy artillery bombardment.

Smashing into the carbonized crust, they instantly blasted out deep craters.

Besides the poisonous acid hail, the wraith magnetic storms above the far north volcanic belt became a common occurrence.

Tens of thousands of incomplete negative entries, forcibly stripped away by Lin Yuan, intertwined with the toxic fire meteors erupted from the volcanoes.

Every half a month, a pure black magnetic storm cyclone stretching over a hundred kilometers would form in mid-air.

Inside the cyclone, materialized space blades and the wailing of wraiths filled the air, indiscriminately cutting through everything caught within.

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Ice and fire alternated, while acid erosion and death energy danced together.

However, this perverted climate posed no threat to the creatures in the center of the basin.

The Tyrant Demons stood tall in the center of the storm; when fire meteors struck their armor, only a puff of white smoke emerged.

When hail fell, it was directly vaporized by the high temperature on their body surfaces.

The Tyrant Demons even treated this extreme weather as training to temper their bodies.

They bombarded each other amidst the fire meteors, using all climates to polish their physical resistance.

But for the aerial races that had lost ground cover, this climate was undoubtedly a catastrophe.

The high altitude was their habitat.

Two hundred years of breeding frenzy caused the population of the aerial races to spiral out of control.

The number of [Black Gold Blade-Feather Demon Vulture]s surpassed the one million mark.

The scale of the [Infrasonic Bone-Blade Bat]s reached 1.5 million.

They did not possess the perverted defenses of the Tyrant Demons and could only rely on their flesh-and-blood bodies to withstand the baptism of the climate.

Large batches of Demon Vultures were shredded in the wraith magnetic storms, and countless Bone Blade Bats had their wings smashed through by poisonous acid hail, falling to the ground to become meat paste.

Death was forcing them to evolve.

The surviving Demon Vultures saw their feather density increase exponentially.

The surviving Bone Blade Bats saw their wing bone blades become wider and thicker.

They formed a shield-like bone structure, sufficient to protect their fragile torsos when hail descended.

The harsh environment did not unite the aerial races; instead, it ignited their struggle for living space.

The heavy metal toxic clouds were divided into upper and lower layers.

The upper layer had sufficient radiation light, while the lower layer was dark and cold.

To fight for safer and more resource-rich cloud areas, the two races engaged in a protracted racial slaughter in the sky.

Daytime was the absolute home field of the [Black Gold Blade-Feather Demon Vulture]s.

Poisonous light penetrated the cracked firmament and shone on the heavy metal toxic clouds.

The high temperature made the toxic gas exceptionally active.

The Demon Vultures spread their wings and soared, their metal wings refracting dazzling halos under the light.

One million Demon Vultures formed a black storm that blocked out the sky.

They did not need any tactics; relying on their extreme diving speed and cutting power, they plunged straight into the lower cloud layer from high altitude.

The air was torn apart, emitting piercing sonic booms.

The Bone Blade Bat swarms hiding in the dark clouds suffered devastating blows.

The Demon Vultures were like heavy fighter jets, their metal wings like death scythes, mercilessly slicing open the bodies of the Bone Blade Bats.

Severed limbs and stinking blood rained down from the sky.

The Demon Vultures opened their iron beaks, snatched the falling bat hearts during high-speed flight, and swallowed them.

Once night fell, the situation began to reverse.

The temperature in the Divine Domain plummeted, the heavy metal toxic clouds began to sink, and the air was filled with bone-chilling cold.

This was the hunting time belonging to the [Infrasonic Bone-Blade Bat]s.

Seven million Bone Blade Bats surged out from the cliffs and the depths of the clouds.

Hanging upside down in the air, they opened their mouths full of fangs.

There was no roaring, no growling.

There were only infrasonic waves with frequencies high enough to destroy material structures.

One million Bone Blade Bats released infrasonic waves simultaneously, forming visible transparent ripples in the night sky.

The ripples overlapped and resonated, turning into invisible killing nets covering an area of ten thousand miles.

Once the Demon Vulture swarms, which were arrogant during the day, were covered by the infrasonic net, their hard metal feathers lost balance, and their internal organs shattered directly under the resonance.

Large numbers of Demon Vultures bled from their seven orifices in mid-air, their pupils burst, and they fell straight down from the high altitude like raindrops.

The Bone Blade Bat swarms followed closely behind.

Using their bone blades to decapitate the falling Demon Vultures, they drank the blood rich in heavy metal energy from their bodies.

Day and night alternated, offense and defense swapped.

For several decades, the sky of the Divine Domain was raining a storm composed of wreckage and blood at every moment.

However, entering the middle and late stages of the second century, the high-intensity war consumption caused a serious gap in the logistics supply of the aerial races.

Breeding required extremely high energy, and evolution required massive amounts of flesh and blood.

Relying solely on mutual devouring could no longer sustain the consumption of a million-level base.

The aerial races habitually cast their gaze toward the outer surface of the Divine Domain.

That place was once their favorite buffet restaurant.

In the past hundred years, the outermost periphery of the Divine Domain was inhabited by a staggering number of [Dark Gold Poisonous Miasma Insect Race]s.

Those fat, relatively slow-moving metal cockroaches were the favorite "spicy sticks" of the Demon Vultures and Bone Blade Bats.

Whenever they were hungry, they would swoop down in groups, easily biting through the insect race's carapace to feast.

But in the last few decades, the situation had changed.

Groups of Demon Vultures circled above the mountains at the edge of the Divine Domain, their sharp eagle eyes scanning below intensely.

It was bare.

Not even an insect antenna could be seen.

The massive carapace army that used to crawl all over the mountains and spray green poisonous miasma seemed to have evaporated from the world.

Only the occasional radiation storm stirred up a layer of black dust.

At night, the Bone Blade Bat swarms released infrasonic waves to detect the surface, but they also found nothing.

Apart from the huge Ash Spore Mushrooms growing wantonly on the surface, there was not even a trace of living creatures.

Although the intelligence of the aerial races had improved under the nourishment of the [Rain of the Prophet], their brain capacity was ultimately limited.

In their neural circuits full of violence and slaughter, they could not understand profound concepts like "tactical contraction" or "dig deep holes and store grain widely."

They couldn't understand how those bugs that used to crawl everywhere had disappeared into thin air.

Had they all been smashed to death by the extreme climate?

Doubt was doubt, but their stomachs were protesting.

Unable to find bugs, the lack in the food chain made the Demon Vultures and Bone Blade Bats extremely irritable.

Go to the center of the basin to trouble those black monsters?

This thought had just risen in the minds of a few leading Demon Vultures before it was extinguished by the fear carved into their genes.

Couldn't afford to provoke them.

Absolutely couldn't afford to provoke them.

Since the living Yama in the center couldn't be touched, and the bugs on the surface had disappeared, the aerial races could only lock their greedy gazes on the [River Styx].

That long river was a hundred meters wide, and the water surface churned with black and red dead water waves.

Beneath the water surface lived tens of millions of aquatic creatures.

Driven by hunger, the battle for the sea-air ecological niche officially erupted.

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[River Styx]

The river water here possessed no vitality, containing only corrosion and dense death energy.

After two hundred years of soaking and evolution, the [Oscillating Liquid Metal Crab]s and [Scarlet Flying Blade Bone Fish]es at the bottom of the water had long been reborn.

The 400,000 Oscillating Liquid Metal Crabs had swollen to the size of small cars.

Their carapaces, tempered by death energy all year round, had turned into pale white bone shells.

That pair of giant pincers was even more exaggerated, with fine patterns on the surface produced by high-frequency oscillation.

They usually lay dormant at the bottom of the dead water riverbed, devouring the debris that settled, like rows of underwater mines.

The 600,000 Scarlet Flying Blade Bone Fish had become thorough underwater assassins.

Their fish scales had fallen off, leaving only a thin layer of death energy bone armor.

Usually, the crabs and bone fish also hunted each other at the bottom of the water, fighting for resources.

But when the threat from the sky descended, this group of cold aquatic creatures displayed a spine-chilling exclusiveness and absolute unity.

At noon on a certain day.

Three hundred thousand Black Gold Blade-Feather Demon Vultures had assembled.

They circled above the [River Styx], obscuring the entire horizon.

The scarlet berserk state was activated.

Without any probing, the three hundred thousand Demon Vultures turned into a black meteorite rain, plunging directly into the dead water surface.

Rumble!

The huge impact of entering the water stirred up black giant waves dozens of meters high on the wide river surface.

The Demon Vultures' metal wings made sizzling corrosion sounds in the dead water.

But relying on their strong resistance, they forcibly broke through the water flow, using their sharp claws to grab at the bone fish beneath the surface.

The counterattack arrived immediately.

The Scarlet Flying Blade Bone Fish did not retreat at all.

The nether ghost fire in their eye sockets jumped violently.

The fish schools dispersed rapidly underwater, forming whirlpool formations.

Swish, swish, swish!

Countless bone fish leaped out of the water.

They drew eerie arcs in the air.

Sharp teeth bit the necks of the diving Demon Vultures.

A bone fish bit through a Demon Vulture's throat.

Deadly poison was injected instantly.

The Demon Vulture let out a shrill scream, its body stiffened in mid-air, and it smashed heavily into the dead water.

The Demon Vultures' reaction was equally fierce.

A mutant Demon Vulture leader with a body length of seven meters allowed over a dozen bone fish to bite its wings.

It quickly folded its wings, the metal feather blades flipped, and it directly cut the bone fish on its body into broken bones.

Reaching out with its sharp claws, it grabbed a bone fish from underwater, and its bird beak pecked it into pieces in one bite.

The air-to-water slaughter entered a white-hot state from the very beginning.

Incomplete Demon Vultures kept falling from the sky.

The water surface was covered with the remains of bone fish.

Blood stained the nether dead water even more scarlet.

But this was only the battle during the day.

When the heavy metal toxic clouds obscured the firmament, the extreme cold bone-scraping wind eye howled again.

The Demon Vulture swarms, covered in wounds and dead water corrosion, retreated to the high altitude in a sorry state.

Night fell.

The Infrasonic Bone-Blade Bat swarms were dispatched.

Hundreds of thousands of Bone Blade Bats flew low against the dead water surface.

They learned from the Demon Vultures' lesson and did not engage in close-quarters combat with the bone fish.

The bat swarms opened their mouths and released the highest-frequency infrasonic waves at the water surface.

Hum—

The dead water surface appeared eerily still.

The next second, a large area of water flow exploded violently.

The bone fish schools underwater suffered devastating blows.

The infrasonic waves penetrated the water layer, shattering the fragile bone connections of the bone fish.

Large numbers of bone fish lost their ability to act, floating to the water surface with their bellies up.

The Bone Blade Bat swarms swooped down excitedly, preparing to harvest the spoils.

Just at this moment, continuous muffled roars came from the depths of the dead water.

The underlying army of Oscillating Liquid Metal Crabs moved.

Over a hundred thousand Liquid Metal Crabs stepped on their companions' carapaces, quickly stacking into biological towers connecting to the water surface.

When the Bone Blade Bats approached the water surface.

The Liquid Metal Crabs raised their oscillating pincers simultaneously.

Click!

All giant pincers closed simultaneously.

Space explosion.

A large area of air above the dead water was forcibly evacuated, forming small vacuum collapse zones.

Infrasonic waves became completely ineffective in a vacuum environment.

The Bone Blade Bats, having lost their positioning, lost their direction and collided with each other.

The Liquid Metal Crabs waved their giant pincers carrying death energy, clamping the low-flying bats.

The giant pincers exerted force, and the bats, along with their bone blades, were clamped into two halves.

Viscera mixed with blood spilled onto the Liquid Metal Crabs' carapaces, then were licked clean by them opening their mouths.

Sky creatures hunted aquatic creatures.

Aquatic creatures counterattacked sky creatures.

In this decades-long species war, there was no true victory.

All battles had only one outcome.

Death, or becoming stronger.

The corpses of Demon Vultures and bats that died in the water were devoured by the Liquid Metal Crabs and bone fish.

The aquatic creatures absorbed the flesh and blood of the aerial races, and the hardness of their bones and the resistance of their carapaces were strengthened.

The crabs and bone fish that died on the shore were carried back to the nests by the aerial races.

The Demon Vultures absorbed the death energy, and a touch of ghostly white appeared on their wings.

The bats devoured the oscillating glands, and the destructive power of their infrasonic waves gained the attribute of physical shattering.

The ecological spiral was pushed to an incredible height in this internal friction.

Time acceleration continued.