In the next moment, the four-eyed elder made his move!
"Dong!" The Divine Bell emitted a quivering sound, drifting leisurely as if it were a sharp echo floating from an extremely distant era.
Those who hadn't managed to escape fell instantly, blood gushing from their seven orifices like a flowing stream.
The Insect Race also began to collapse in large numbers, escaping underground via [Insect Escape].
Suddenly, the abdomen of the Ancient Insect emitted a sharp whistle, "Deee——" similar to the long chirp of a cricket.
The sound became increasingly elongated, intertwining to form a fine network that enveloped the entire sky.
Both sides confronted each other, their auras climbing ever higher.
On one side was the suddenly emerging "Myth," suspected to originate from the Third Epoch. The other was an entity from the First Epoch, wielding Immortal Level equipment.
In the absence of a real contest, ordinary civilizations would truly struggle to discern who was stronger or weaker.
