Monsters Are Coming

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit hesitated no longer, standing atop the tower, pointing towards the teleportation array within the Phantom Swamp.

Boom!

The tower trembled as a jet-black stream of light soared into the sky, crashing down onto the teleportation array.

With the array hit by the beam, it immediately exploded with a dark glow, its edges rapidly expanding outwards.

Like a giant dark mouth opening wide, it instantaneously engulfed the Evil Spirit Army, the Insect Tide, and the player army gathered at the edge of the swamp.

A continuous black torrent from the tower poured into the expanding teleportation array, providing it with boundless energy.

The runes within the array soared into the sky.

The dark stream of light madly sketched and extended in the air, quickly forming a massive space channel between heaven and earth.

Inside, dense black fog filled the air, obscuring the colorful energy backlash typical of normal space channels.

Players analyzed it and found a stunning 100% success rate for this teleportation.

In other words, there was no possibility of any teleportation casualties.

This demonstrated the mastery of the Black Tide in space technology, honed to an art form in professional cross-space warfare.

A channel constructed purely of darkness continued to extend forward.

The will of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit roared like thunder within the consciousness of all evil spirits.

"Advance!"

In the next moment, a terrifying suction came from the channel.

None of the three forces resisted the space suction.

Under the control of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit, the surging black fog rushed in first.

The Insect Tide emitted an earth-shaking screech, transforming into a destructive current, closely following behind.

The players too unleashed a sea-and-mountain-echoing battle cry, rushing into this passage to war and wealth with greed.

Three fluxes, each of a different color and nature yet equally representing destruction.

Officially launching an assault against the Monument Abyss Clan.

The other end of the space channel connected to a world shrouded by lead-gray skies: The Monument Abyss Clan Land, the Land of Burial Fire.

Here, there were no sun, moon, or stars, only solidified grayness.

As far as the eye could see, endless tombstones were spread out like a forest of sinister bones, extending to the horizon.

The tombstones were varied in shape, each made of different materials.

Metal, bones, stars, flames... each tombstone represented a fallen civilization.

The Monument Abyss Clan roamed the realms, conquering and destroying, recording the history, knowledge, and essence of defeated civilizations, as well as all traces of their existence, into civilization tombstones through the "Monument Abyss Rule."

This place was the graveyard of civilizations and the endpoint of many histories.

The entire city resembled a civilization museum for the Monument Abyss Clan.

Each tombstone was both a trophy and a weapon, and also food for the Monument Abyss Clan to nourish themselves.

At this moment, the lead-gray sky was suddenly torn open by a brute force.

A dark vortex, rotating and expanding like a festering wound in the sky, appeared out of nowhere.

The center of the vortex was a deep abyss, exuding waves of frenzy and chaotic aura.

The three forces were furiously colliding within the channel.

Before the outside enemy appeared, the player’s iron fist was already mercilessly striking at the two local bullies.

As figures flew out of the space channel.

The defense system of the Monument Abyss Clan was activated, resonant hums echoed throughout the Land of Burial Fire from underground.

On the ground, numerous tombstones lit up with lights of different colors as the "Civilization Guardian Sky Curtain," woven from countless civilization phantoms, soared into the sky, attempting to block this sudden invasion.

In the next second, three currents of destruction plunged down.

Faced with the civilization sky curtain, the three forces simultaneously revealed their fangs, showcasing their brutal side.

The Insect Tide reacted first.

The front-line insect units glittered upon contact with the sky curtain, their shell structures made hundreds of adaptive adjustments in an instant, quickly arranging a new life structure based on the information in the main brain’s database.

They opened their mouths and spewed out acid specifically designed to corrode civilization energy structures.

Sizzle!

The sky curtain, condensed from numerous civilization imprints, was forcibly gnawed open by the energy spewed by the insect warriors, creating a huge hole.

It forcibly tore open a passage to the ground for the following army’s entry.

With the passage opened, three destructive streams were unobstructed.

By continuously violent collisions, they prevented the curtain from healing, forcing it to expand constantly.

Like the breached banks of a Nether River, the evil black mist surged in first.

Where the mist passed, the glow on the tombstones rapidly dimmed, eventually transforming into nourishment for the Black Tide.

The evil spirits fell like raindrops in the roiling black mist, initiating a sweeping mode.

The player army, like locusts crossing, with excited howls, transformed into a multicolored death storm, sweeping down.

They cared nothing for the civilization’s heritage, seeing only sacrificial power and materials in their eyes.

The unleashed Life Soul Characteristics mercilessly poured onto the tombstones, the shattered tombstones were collected into space bags the next second.

The Insect Race was even more direct, their goal was to devour all energy-containing substances.

Tombstones, earth, even the civilization elements floating in the air became their targets for devouring.

The song of reproduction thus began.

The insect units charging at the forefront suddenly expanded and ruptured, as viscous, dark purple fungus carpets gushed from their bodies like spilled ink, rapidly covering the earth.

The fungus carpets greedily absorbed the residual civilization energy that had settled for countless years in the soil of the Land of Burial Fire, as well as the elemental energy in the air.

Followed by the appearance of multiple hatchling insects on the fungus carpets.

They raised their heads, their abdomens violently trembled, spraying spore capsules toward the sky.