The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2681 The Wind of Ruin
From the perspective of the cattle, horses, and firewood on the outer edge of the battlefield, the entire core area looked like a bloated lava cake that was still multiplying and splitting. The further in you went, the more intense and boiling it became, and the further out you went, the denser and more solidified it became. Endless swarms of insects and mountains of corpses and seas of dogs struggled within it, and every living being was covered with dense, sticky, scarlet or white fibers.

One by one, the lackeys lit up like LED light panels on a circuit, spreading inward like a plague, creating a chain-like ecological reaction, presenting a visual effect of an active honeycomb under night vision.

A pot of thickened, gooey blood and flesh paste occasionally shimmered with the eerie green unique to the Zerg. This greedy lump was no longer content with the small battlefield; as it collapsed inward, it also radiated redundant disturbances outward, further extracting the energy residue accumulated and spreading from this war to the surrounding area.

The degree of integration and cohesion of this thing in various senses was like a reproductive sac brewing an enormous, incomprehensible beast, and one that could give birth on the spot at any moment. It made the leaders of various forces feel their scalps tingle and their tailbone tingle with an electric shock.

"Wasn't it supposed to only work on insects? Something seems off to me!"

"That can't be right. It didn't behave like this during the last Great Blood Explosion. It seems like Teacher Cang is now calculating all those mountains of corpses and seas of dogs as equivalent?"

"Uh"

"People say that witchcraft viruses only work on insects, but they didn't say that the Great Blood Explosion only works on insects."

"Is now the time to do reading comprehension exercises? May I ask?"

"Ask a simple question! Then retreat! Retreat directly to out of visual range!"

Regarding the issue of the magician's self-destruction and excessive Iaijutsu equivalent, the choice of Li Leisi, Lao Wang, Xiao Miss, and other boisterous teammates is to weld the door shut, out of sight, out of mind, and solve the problem at its root.

An underground sanctuary.

Old Wang's family-inherited instant noodle pot was bubbling away, with a piece of meat sizzling and dripping with oil lying on the red-hot charcoal underneath. Stirring the noodles, looking at the meat, and smelling the aroma, Master Wang exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "A true man should be like this!"

"Nonsense." Li Leisi, holding a fruit platter, said, "Miss, I think this guy is clearly humiliating you one-sidedly. Tsk, it seems you didn't let him eat his fill?"

Tai Xiaoyi rolled her eyes: "Speak properly, have you lost your conscience?"

"Here it comes!" Old Wang suddenly exclaimed, picking up his instant noodles as if facing a formidable enemy. "Hold on tight, folks, the dump truck is coming—"

"Buzz!"

The underground shelter, rooted in the underground of Lichang Sky Island and reinforced by layers of living flesh and blood tomb guardian beasts, was a prayer-level earthquake-resistant and soundproof structure that was many times stronger than a stilted building. It shook violently, and all the unsecured objects inside spun around like clothes in a washing machine, instantly sifting out all sorts of odds and ends.

Old Wang brandished his hammer, suspending himself and Tai Xiaoyi in mid-air like a spider, feeling somewhat reminiscent of The Return of the Condor Heroes. But when she looked again, he was as steady as Mount Tai, and she immediately shut up. After all, the other person's skill was far beyond what a mediocre person like him could compare to.

"Holy crap...it's red...it's red!" Old Wang was horrified as he watched the tiny, winding crimson particles suddenly spread throughout the underground shelter. A sense of foreboding washed over him: "Li Cang, I'll fucking curse your ancestors!"

Outside the Sky Island.

The steaming lava cake, like a cannon emplacement built on the rings of the floating mountains, pierced through the massive crowd of eyes with the precision of a raging torrent. A red wave, thousands of kilometers in diameter, unleashed three razor-sharp shockwaves that tore open countless grotesque, writhing fissures. The hordes of alien beasts on the periphery, along with a few less self-aware subordinates, merely glanced at the reaction core before being transformed into vivid silhouettes of red, black, and white, imprinted on the ground.

Hundreds of miles further out, the exposed skin tubes and pale bones stood in rows, with blood, flesh, ashes, and tattered remains drifting in the air as light as paper ash.

Several hundred miles further on lies the true main body of the retreating subordinate camp, and a whole host of unfortunate humans still reeling from the shock.

"Wow, this sparrow has a strong appetite!"

As the mage said, a thin, spiderweb-like wisp of crimson slowly descended from the gouged-out eyeballs. That wisp of life energy seemed to weigh a ton, not like something Li Cang had swallowed. Rather, it was like a noose binding him, the slender, frail crimson wisp seemingly tearing every vein from his flesh, meticulously crafting a birdcage for his pale, crumbling skeleton.

Li Cang, the Threshold Personality, and the Great Magic Wand—the three-colored Tianwen spun wildly as the three phases of power interacted between them. The surrounding fragmented spatial rifts seemed to be undergoing a second collapse, with one blurry, indistinct scene after another piling up, eventually forming a force field cage that collapsed towards the center, as colorful and chaotic as mosaic patches.

then
It shattered so gently.

Along with the crimson-purple halo of immortality, the projection of all the remaining energy fields and the physical form of flesh and bones instantly shattered, like a bloated pile of oddly shaped crystals with sharp edges, retaining only a basic human shape in a condensed state, or like a withered tree with a black crystal cluster made of bone and flesh.

Strands of darkness seeped from every crack in the flesh and bones that had been forcibly mended by force, like a trickle of water, stripping away all the colors around it, finally turning it back into that chilling gray.

Gray wind.

The winds of death, decay, and desolation, carrying with them frosted glass-like fragments of space, gently caressed all living beings beyond the line of sight who tried to observe this place, reducing them to ashes, leaving only rotten flesh and blood that still swayed gracefully like a tuft of goose feathers.

"This is the second time already. Did you record it?" Lin Sheng's lips trembled as he looked at the person with the double-eared alarm clock: "I don't understand. What exactly is he? Anyway, we must find out what this gray wind is!"

It was as if the sky had simply collapsed.

The spot where the Eye of the Horde once stood was like a pit left by a large tree whose roots had been precisely removed. The scar was hideous and ugly, neither continuing to collapse nor growing new flesh.

Is Teacher Cangcang still alive?

"This"

"More than that, I'm actually wondering if the Zerg hives are still alive?"

"emmmm"

The side effects of an individual's power transcending any organizational structure are so strong that the followers who witnessed everything suddenly forgot how to think, as if they were directly facing the irreversible SAN damage caused by some kind of Kryptonite.