Chapter 586 - 389: Siege of the Insect Race, Might of the Demon Artifact (2)

A smile curled Ian’s lips, his bloodshot eyes gradually filling with a crazed light.

The fire in his heart, far from being extinguished by this desperate situation, was instead ignited completely, erupting into soaring, heroic defiance.

’You think you can drown me with your insect tide? You think you can descend in your true form and crush me?’

’I’ll slaughter your entire Insect Race right in front of you, and what can you do about it?’

"Izera, find a place to hide. I’ll come for you later," Ian said, his voice calm.

He took a deep breath and no longer suppressed his strength.

BOOM!!!

An unprecedented storm of Rules erupted with him at its center.

Blazing heat, Gravity, Purification... Six Rules resonated and intertwined to an unparalleled degree.

Behind him, the sky abruptly split into two completely different scenes.

On the left, the golden-red sun was no longer a phantom image, but seemed like a true Fixed Star had descended.

For tens of thousands of kilometers, the deep red sky was illuminated a brilliant gold, and the air twisted and boiled in the light.

On the right, a blood-colored crescent moon shed its Deep Red moonlight.

Where the moonlight flowed, strange ripples spread through space. Countless twisted, wailing faces surfaced and submerged, and silent whispers echoed in the depths of every living creature’s Soul.

The Sun and Moon Domain unfurled at full power!

A spherical space with a radius of fifteen thousand kilometers instantly enveloped the entire sky.

The first to vanish were the vanguards of the insect tide that had already charged onto the ice plains.

HISS!!!

There were no screams, no struggles. Millions upon millions of Male Bees, Rapid Insects, and Bone-Eating Insects froze in place the instant the dual Domain descended.

From their physical bodies to their very Souls, they were reduced to fundamental particles and dissipated into the air in less than a tenth of a second.

But this terrifying death did not cause the oncoming insect tide to pause for even a moment.

Under the hive mind’s control, there was no fear, no retreat—only obedience to the Nest’s supreme command: kill the invader!

More of the Insect Race swarmed into the Domain’s range, screeching and roaring as they filled the void left by their fallen comrades with even greater frenzy.

The swarms of Shadow Wing Insects in the sky dove suicidally, attempting to overwhelm the golden-red sun with sheer numbers.

On the ground, the insect tide was a tireless black wave, crashing against the Domain’s edge again and again.

Ian’s gaze was indifferent. His figure slowly rose higher, no longer stationary. He began to move!

With a mere thought, he transformed into a streak of pale gold light. Trailing the terrifying, fifteen-thousand-kilometer-wide Domain behind him, he swept across the sky above the insect tide!

He was like a Death God wielding a paintbrush, using the Earth as his canvas and the insect tide as his paint, beginning to sketch a circle of death.

Wherever he passed, the red sky moved with him. All members of the Insect Race within its range, whether in the sky or on the ground, were turned to ash.

A vast, empty zone, thirty thousand kilometers in diameter, carved its way back and forth through the endless black sea of insects as he moved.

The first circle of death swept over the ice plains, and tens of millions of the Insect Race vanished.

The second circle of death swept over the outer insect wall, and countless members of the Insect Race were wiped away like smudges erased by a rubber.

The third, the fourth...

Ian’s speed increased, the pale gold streak of light tracing a dazzling trajectory across the sky.

He was taking the offensive, charging toward the densest areas of the insect tide.

The light of the golden-red sun swept out with his movements, while the blood moon’s whispers indiscriminately eroded the Soul of every member of the Insect Race that entered its range.

The insect tide thinned rapidly, like melting ice and snow. The sky was no longer obscured, and light shone down through the gaps in the sparse insect swarms.

Huge gaps and breaches appeared in the advancing insect wall on the ground.

The bloated Mother Insects, carried by Engineer Insects, were silently vaporized along with their surrounding Guards the instant the Domain swept past, not even leaving a single trace of residue behind.

Izera had already retreated deep into the ice plains. She hid at the edge of an ice crevasse, using the natural terrain to barely withstand the aftershocks of the Domain.

She looked up, her gaze vacant as she stared at the sky, at the figure who commanded the Domain of death with disdainful mastery. The shock in her heart was beyond words.

’Is... is this the true strength of a Master of Worlds!?’

’No, this is definitely not a normal Master of Worlds. The two powerful experts who fell before could have never achieved something like this.’

’He’s practically a walking cataclysm, using absolute Power to fight the insect tide of an entire world.’

’The Void Insect Race’s hopeless numerical advantage seemed so insignificant before this fifteen-thousand-kilometer death Domain.’

’Every second, millions upon millions of the Insect Race were reduced to nothing.’

’Although the insect tide continued to pour in madly, driven by the Nest’s Will, their rate of reinforcement was nowhere near fast enough to keep up with Ian’s rate of slaughter!’

However, just as Ian’s killing efficiency peaked and the insect tide began to recede...

SCREEE!!!

An ear-piercing screech suddenly erupted from the depths of the Rift in the sky.

The screech contained boundless fury, icy killing intent, and a Soul Shock that had been condensed to its absolute limit.

It was formless and intangible, yet more terrifying than the sharpest blade.

It ignored physical distance, slamming viciously into Ian’s Sea of Spirit the very instant it sounded.

Ian, who had been moving at high speed, came to a sudden halt!

As if struck in the chest by an invisible sledgehammer, the pale gold streak of light flickered, revealing his true form in the air.

He grunted, his brow furrowing tightly. From the corner of his eye, a trickle of golden blood slowly seeped out and slid down his cheek.

In his Sea of Spirit, the Blazing Star Core and the Silver-White Dream Core trembled violently in unison, erupting with brilliant light to resist the Soul Attack from the Level Five existence.

Even the golden Star Orbits flowing across the surface of the Star Core fell into momentary disarray.