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Translator: Ashish
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*Screeeeech, screech, screech…* Sudden sharp screeches echoed through the starry sky.
Looking up, at the far end of the barren cosmos, a black wave suddenly trembled.
Upon closer inspection, it was a mass of countless black, insect-like creatures swarming together.
At this moment, the largest of these black insect-like creatures let out the sharpest screech, as if it were afraid or terrified.
However, before they could react—
*Booooooooom…* With a deafening crash, a golden staff that spanned across the starry sky smashed directly into the center of the black tide.
*Screech, screech, screech…* Amid the wails of agony, countless Zergs fell like raindrops. Some were even vaporized into blood mist without a chance to scream, evaporating into the depths of the cosmos.
This was the power of a Tier-5 True God, who, with a casual swing from kilometers away, had devastatingly injured tens of thousands of Zergs with a single strike.
And yet, Golden Monkey had held back. After all, as Sarcosuchus had suggested, these Zergs were to be collected and presented to their Master as specimens.
Moreover, their Master preferred them alive.
Simultaneously, from another direction, a devastating Dragon Breath descended upon one corner of the swarm.
*Sizzle, sizzle…* In a flash of lightning and thunder, a lightning storm covering thousands of meters erupted.
Visibly, two grotesque Tier-4 Zergs were charred, their entire bodies blackened as if they had been scorched.
But just then—
*Screech…* Suddenly, a sharp cry came from the swarming Zergs, as a massive creature, nearly a hundred meters in size, burst forth.
It had sharp, deadly claws and its entire body was covered in scales resembling black iron.
Most terrifying of all, it had a long, piercing mouthpart, resembling a grotesque, oversized Mutant Mosquito, far more terrifying – tens, if not hundreds of times stronger than an ordinary Mutant Mosquito.
This monstrous creature charged straight toward the incoming Little Tenth, tearing through space.
“Good! Come at me!” Excited, instead of getting alarmed, Little Tenth beckoned with a hearty laugh.
He had been eager to meet a true opponent, and this Zerg, whose aura was near that of a Demigod, was undoubtedly a worthy challenger.
*Rooooooaar…* Letting out a Dragon Roar that echoed through the starry sky, Little Tenth accelerated into a dive, transforming into a bolt of lightning as he collided head-on with the giant Mutant Mosquito.
*Boooooom…* The collision of their bodies caused a tremor that rippled through space, sending waves like those on a lake, spreading outward.
But at that moment, Little Tenth’s voice suddenly rang out across the stars, “There’s no Elemental Energy, it’s relying entirely on physical combat… Their natural claws and scales are on par with some of the best Divine Artifacts in Misty Mountain. It looks like this race focuses on physical evolution, continually advancing their bodies…”
In a tone of warning, Little Tenth’s expression suddenly changed, for the massive Mosquito’s long, sharp mouthpart lunged toward him.
*Squish…* It pierced through the Lightning Spiritual Energy surrounding his body as if it did not even exist.
Adding more to the dread, Little Tenth’s prized Dragon Scales shook violently, and then shattered like glass.
“Damn, these creatures’ mouthparts have evolved into something terrifying,” for one of the rare moments, Little Tenth cried out in surprise as he swiftly transformed into a streak of lightning, retreating thousands of kilometers in an instant.
As he glanced toward the injured part of his body, Little Tenth noticed that the shattered Dragon Scales had turned dark green. At the same time, a numb sensation spread rapidly from the wound.
“Be careful, their mouthparts are poisonous…” Once again, Little Tenth issued a warning as a silver white glow erupted from him.
Immediately, bolts of lightning intertwined over his wound, scorching the area black.
Without hesitation, Little Tenth created a claw made of pure lightning and dug out the charred flesh.
Although this was nothing more than a minor injury for him, barely even that, facing unknown extraterrestrial creatures like this, he could not afford to be careless. Should anything unexpected happen, being taken down here would be a severe blow to his pride.
As for dying in battle, that idea had not even crossed his mind. Even if the Zerg Swarm in front of them were multiplied several times over, they posed no real threat to him and his comrades.
…
Meanwhile, far off in the distance, the approaching reinforcements, having heard about Little Tenth’s encounter, kept their gazes sharp.
Every word Little Tenth spoke was etched into their minds. Some of them, in fact, took out golden notebooks to jot down notes.
This habit had been developed since the Misty Mountain forces began waging war in foreign territories—collecting enemy intel before battle.
The more detailed the information, the higher their chances of victory.
When facing unknown creatures like these, it was not their sheer power that was most terrifying; it was the unpredictability of their abilities.
Simply put, the scariest thing about them was the unknown.
Compared to races like Elves and Dragons, these life forms’ greatest threat was their ‘mystery.’
But once that mystery was unraveled, their so-called ‘strength’ might not seem so intimidating.
While Little Tenth continued gathering intel on the Zergs, nearby, Golden Monkey suddenly raised his hand and reached for a Tier-4 Zerg.
*Boooooom…* The next moment, an enormous arm, tens of thousands of meters long and so massive that it blocked out most of the Heavens, formed from starlight appeared in the starry sky.
With a swift grab, it clenched tightly, capturing the Tier-4 Zerg amidst its despairing screeches.
At that moment—
“Soul Search…” Golden Monkey employed a terrifying and ruthless technique of the Demon Beast Clan. Though cruel, it was effective and showed no mercy toward enemies.
In moments, as if sensing something—
“Huh…” Golden Monkey’s face showed a flicker of surprise.
“What is it, Golden Monkey?” Sarcosuchus asked as he slowly approached.
“They don’t seem to have much intelligence… no, more accurately, they don’t seem to possess ‘Souls’ at all. All they have is instinctual fear and terror…” As Golden Monkey explained, he failed to notice that the Tier-4 Zerg he was Soul Searching suddenly began to tremble, its body cracking as if unable to withstand the pressure.
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