Published: March 2, 2025
South Defense Zone.
Caius stood in the middle of the formation, surrounded by fully armored soldiers, as if no large-scale battle had occurred.
In front of the entire unit, a massive round-headed ant was crawling, and with the fluctuations of spatial power around her, fist-sized ants appeared out of thin air. They then overlapped and fused into larger, stronger ant race warriors, launching a frenzied assault against the incoming demonic creatures.
The battle situation…
Was completely one-sided!
Lolo's combat ability alone could rival level eleven. Her ant race had developed and grown in the divine kingdom and even in the layered battlefield; by now, the numbers were beyond comprehension, with countless mutated ants and many hidden cards.
Even Wen Yu was uncertain about these matters. He could only confirm that, among his spirit pets, aside from Type One, Faceless, after copying himself, should have the strongest combat ability, and next in line was undoubtedly Lolo.
Even Caius, who was merely watching the battle, could tell that Lolo wasn't using her full strength; she was just summoning her subordinates to play a game called "Legion Slaughter" against the demonic tide attacking the south defense zone.
It was akin to training troops…
The fused queen's guards, each with a strength of level eight limit breaker, were nearly ten meters tall. These giant ants swung their pincers, brutally snapping any demonic spawn that dared to obstruct them. After just one hour of carnage, the demonic clan could no longer bear the devastating casualties and decisively retreated.
Only then did Caius walk over to Lolo, expressing his gratitude, and Lolo simply nodded before burrowing into the ground to prepare to build a nest.
Since Wen Yu had already made up his mind to deal with this demonic disaster, he was certainly well-prepared.
Four spirit pets, the one-eyed and Victor were to be recalled by Wen Yu after this incident to provide the dream realization skill system for breaking limits, while Lolo and Xing were stationed at the main battlefield to control the demonic disaster.
As for the remaining small fry from the celestial god…
Just the soul puppet legion alone could beat them to a pulp.
In an instant, the battlefield was completely controlled by Wen Yu's spirit pets. The seemingly overwhelming demonic disaster crumbled under the pressure of powerful individuals, and even the massive demonic tide that frightened Fang Yuqiong dispersed completely at Wen Yu's command.
Above the continental plate of the Eighth District Forward Base, two identical figures concealed themselves in the clouds, observing the nearing end of the battle below. After a while, one of them spoke first.
"The so-called collective power seems utterly inadequate in the face of individual strength. Tell me, what has Lin Haifeng's years of effort really meant?"
The other person remained silent for a moment before speaking in a childlike voice.
"I think Lin Haifeng's efforts hold significance in providing hope for the weak who have no power and no ability, propping up a piece of sky. The concepts of 'collective versus individual' you mentioned, ordinary people cannot see them, nor can they understand. After all, there's a common sense that more people mean greater strength… or perhaps it's a biological instinct."
"Just as you once said, the weak huddle together for warmth, while the strong rely on themselves; that’s probably the idea."
Upon hearing this, the first speaker smiled immediately.
"Yes, the weak huddle for warmth, and the strong rely on themselves..."
"So this is the fundamental reason why I look down on them."
After saying that, this person turned to look into the void beside them and then asked,
"What do you think? Am I right?"
There, tiny flickering lights swirled, and in just a moment, a figure suddenly appeared in mid-air.
This person was clad in golden heavy armor, his appearance imposing and oppressive. However, at this moment, he merely looked at Wen Yu with a complex expression and then chuckled and shook his head.