He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Liu Xier's mental energy network shattered.

That melody was specifically designed for mental power, like a gust of wind smoothing out all the lines on a painting on sand.

Liu Xier let out a muffled groan, and two streaks of blood flowed from her nostrils.

Her mental energy network was an extension of her consciousness; when the network shattered, her consciousness was also severely damaged.

Xu Youlan's second note followed immediately—still from that solitary string, still a very short and light note.

This time, the target is Helian Rong.

The battle patterns all over Helian Rong's body went out at the same time, not because he was defeated, but because he was "silenced".

Battle markings are the manifestation of his physical strength, a projection of his fighting spirit and blood energy on his body.

Xu Youlan's music did not attack his physical body, but rather the "connection" between his body and his fighting spirit—like someone picking a wick out of a lamp oil; the lamp is still there, the oil is still there, but the flame is out.

Helian Rong's power plummeted from its peak.

Xu Youlan's third note on the zither was directed at Su Zhong.

Su Zhong's bowstring broke—not from external force, but from the bowstring itself losing its "elasticity".

In an instant, the bowstring lost all its resilience, becoming like a dried-out loofah sponge, crumbling at the slightest touch.

Three notes of the zither rendered the alliance's three combatants useless.

Xu Youlan loosened her fingers, and the string fell from her fingertips, turning to ashes before it even hit the ground.

She looked down at her hands—there were three very fine cuts on her fingertips, from the strings of a musical instrument.

Blood seeped from the crack, merging with the bloodstain on her cheek to form a thin red line that dripped down her chin.

This is what the arrow hit.

She didn't care.

She raised her head, her gaze passing over Helian Rong, over Xiao Yanzhi, over Liu Xier, over everyone else, and landing on a crevice in the rocks on the north ridge.

"You've been watching for so long, aren't you coming out?"

There was a person standing at the entrance of the valley, a very thin person.

She was wearing a Miao batik garment with intricate insect patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, and she was barefoot with a string of silver bells tied around her ankles.

His face was quite ordinary, with dark skin, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes—typical of people from Miao ethnic region.

But those eyes were not human eyes; they were insect eyes—compound eyes, composed of countless tiny hexagonal crystal faces. When moonlight shone through them, it was refracted into countless tiny points of light, like shattered glass scattered on the ground.

He didn't hide his presence or choose to hide; he just walked in barefoot.

The silver bells on her ankles jingled with each step, their sound especially clear in the silent valley.

Shen Qingqing fell down the ridge and landed beside Yun Yi.

"That reincarnator from Miao territory."

"I couldn't find out his exact identity. All I know is that all the reincarnators in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of Miao Territory are dead, and he's the only one left."

Upon hearing this, everyone became serious.

They didn't know how many reincarnators there were in Miao territory, but to be able to kill them all in such a short time meant their strength might even surpass Xu Youlan's.

Helian Rong clenched his fist.

Xiao Yanzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up straight.

Liu Xier stopped the nosebleed and re-established her mental energy network.

Su Zhong pulled out a spare bowstring from behind his back and quickly put it on.

Qin Yu emerged from the woods, stood behind everyone, and formed a hand seal, ready to perform group healing.

Even Xu Youlan looked at the other party warily.

The Gu worm reincarnator stood at the valley entrance, using his compound eyes to look at everyone in the valley.

His gaze lingered on Xu Youlan for a moment before finally settling on the core of the killing array left behind by Xiao Yanzhi—the sphere of light had shrunk to the size of a fist, but its brightness was a hundred times greater than before, like a miniature sun.

"I originally came to watch the fun."

The Gu worm reincarnator spoke, its voice emanating from the throat of the parasitic Miao person, accompanied by a strange buzzing sound, like countless insects flapping their wings simultaneously, "But seeing you fighting like this, I suddenly feel—it would be better to take you all in."

He raised his right hand.

That hand was a human hand, but beneath the skin were countless tiny protrusions wriggling, like hundreds of insects crawling in the flesh.

The bumps spread from the wrist to the back of the hand, from the back of the hand to the fingertips, and then broke through the skin—not insects, but insect silk.

Milky white threads shot out from his fingertips, as fine as spider silk, countless in number, instantly weaving into a huge insect net that covered everyone at the bottom of the valley.

Helian Rong was the first to go forward.

Although Xu Youlan silenced his battle markings, his physical strength remained.

A punch landed on the insect web—the web dented but didn't break.

The concave mesh stuck to his fist, like a fly trap.

He pulled his fist back, and the net stretched out, unable to be broken.

More silk threads surged in from all directions, wrapping around his wrists, arms, shoulders, waist, and legs, layer upon layer, quickly turning his entire body into a white cocoon.

Su Zhong's arrow was shot out.

The arrow pierced the insect web, creating a hole the size of a fist. The silk threads around the hole writhed violently, but then closed up again the instant the arrow passed through.

Liu Xier's mental energy needles pierced the insect web, but the web did not react at all—it was not blocked, but simply unaffected by the mental energy attack.

These silkworm threads are living things, possessing life but lacking consciousness; mental attacks are ineffective against them.

Xiao Yanzhi mobilized all the remaining array power and set up a wall of fire below the insect net.

Flame is the natural enemy of silkworm silk.

The insect web stopped at the edge of the fire wall. The silk threads quickly curled, charred, and broke upon encountering the flames, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

The Gu worm reincarnator glanced at Xiao Yanzhi, then opened its mouth.

A black torrent gushed from his throat—not liquid, but worms.

Countless tiny, black insects with transparent wings swarmed out of his mouth, densely packed, blotting out the sun, their flapping wings creating a low buzzing sound, like the earth groaning.

The swarm of insects rushed toward the fire wall.

The first batch of insects burst in the flames, their body fluids evaporating into black mist.

The second batch of insects burst through the fog as well.

The third, fourth, and fifth waves of insects surged into the wall of fire, extinguishing the flames layer by layer with their corpses.

The black insect corpses piled up on the fire wall, growing thicker and thicker. Flames struggled to emerge from the gaps between the insect corpses, growing weaker and weaker until they finally went out completely.

The insect net was pressed down again.

Xu Youlan moved.

She picked up the cracked violin from the ground and tightened the broken strings one by one—she didn't replace them with new ones, but simply tied a knot at the break and tightened them again.

The instrument was cracked, the strings were broken, and the knotted strings were of varying lengths.

She placed the violin on her lap and began to play.

When the first sound came out, the swarm of Gu worms paused for a moment.

The "connection" between the insect swarms was disrupted by the music—the insects relied on a very faint fluctuation of divine consciousness to communicate with each other and coordinate their actions, and Xu Youlan's music precisely cut into this frequency.

At the second note, the swarm's formation began to crumble, their previously uniform flight paths became erratic, and the insects started colliding with each other.

The third note indicates that the insect web begins to disintegrate from the edge—the silk threads lose control, no longer actively entangle the target, and become a pile of lifeless matter, drooping limply down.

Helian Rong broke free from the cocoon, his body covered in tattered silk threads, looking like a moth that had just crawled out of its pupa.

The Gu worm reincarnator looked at Xu Youlan, and countless tiny points of light in its compound eyes flickered simultaneously.

"Your music can disrupt my insect swarm, interesting."

He took a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet began to tremble.

It wasn't an earthquake; something was burrowing into the soil.

The ground of Yan Hui Valley cracked open with countless fine fissures, from which more insects—centipedes, scorpions, spiders, beetles, and all sorts of poisonous insects—emerged from the ground like a spring, instantly covering the valley floor.

"But you only have one piano, while I—"

He didn't finish his sentence because an arrow pierced his throat.