The Poison Stinger Dragonflies had already spread out. From the initial information collected, William could confirm that this divine domain was worth taking. It was rich in resources, had a complete ecosystem, and was nothing like that worthless undead domain.

  William lightly tugged at the thread of faith. Above the invasion passageway in the sky, the assembled flying jumpers swarmed into the portal like a massive serpent formed of countless insects.

  The originally spacious upper half of the portal, which had only been occupied by mutated jumpers, was instantly filled to capacity with the incoming flying jumpers. William no longer needed to micromanage the swarm as he had in the past. After all, the scale of his swarm was now entirely different from its early days.

  Ordinary insect units were now just cannon fodder. Losing a few million meant nothing to William.

  As the flying jumpers flooded the battlefield, the swarm adopted the same strategy it always did against different opponents. The flying jumpers didn’t immediately charge at the Minotaur battle formation. Instead, they hovered in the skies above, gradually amassing in numbers.

  With the ever-growing swarm blocking out the sun, the Minotaur warriors below felt their morale waver, just as the light above them dimmed. It was as if a shadow had been cast over their hearts.

  Seeing this, the Minotaur leader, Faker, knew that if he didn’t act soon, his once-fearless warriors would crumble.

  He quickly steadied himself and began chanting an obscure incantation. Powerful magic surged in his hands, forming a spear composed entirely of crackling lightning.

  With veins bulging on his forehead, Faker let out a furious roar and hurled the Thunder Spear skyward.

  The spear shot into the cloud of insects, detonating in a massive sphere of lightning, instantly blasting a hole over thirty meters wide through the insect swarm.

  The residual electrical arcs from the explosion spread out, shocking everything within a hundred-meter radius.

  Countless jumpers were incinerated, while many others, paralyzed by the electric discharge, plummeted from the sky like raindrops.

  Just this single attack had obliterated over ten thousand flying jumpers.

  Exhausted from unleashing such a powerful spell, Faker staggered, barely staying on his feet as his lieutenant rushed forward to support him.

  Taking a deep breath, Faker steadied himself and pushed his lieutenant away.

  The sunlight, once blocked by the dense swarm, now shone through the hole in the sky, illuminating his proud, spear-like stance.

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  Raising his war hammer high, Faker bellowed, “Fear nothing!”

  Hearing their leader’s battle cry and witnessing his incredible feat, the Minotaur warriors’ spirits surged.

  “Fear nothing!”

  Their united roar echoed across the battlefield.

  With morale restored, the Minotaur warriors radiated magic power, their formation pulsing with an overwhelming resonance.

  But reality wasn’t a hero’s tale.

  The hole in the swarm lasted only a few seconds before being filled once more, blotting out the sun again.

  The loss of ten thousand jumpers was insignificant against the vast, spiraling cloud of insects.

  The swarm pouring through the invasion portal never stopped for a moment.

  William gazed at the Minotaur formation below, a fleeting glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

  “Elite-tier Minotaurs? Not enough of them. They’re nowhere near a real threat yet. No need to deploy the super-class insects.”

  This was one of the rare races he had encountered that hadn’t immediately broken under the might of the swarm.

  Still, admiration alone wouldn’t spare them. The swarm did not hesitate, nor did it show mercy.

  Having gathered enough numbers, the flying jumpers shifted formation, diving toward the ground like a giant descending curtain.

  The Minotaur spellcasters, ready and waiting, unleashed their stored magic at the same moment.

  Bolts of lightning magic surged into the sky, exploding like fireworks in the night, momentarily illuminating the battlefield.

  In an instant, the death toll among the flying jumpers peaked.

  But mass casualties could not halt the relentless tide.

  The swarm knew no fear.

  Breaking through the magical barrage, the surviving flying jumpers plunged into the Minotaur ranks, tearing through their formation.

  Without the suppression of the rear-line spellcasters, the defensive perimeter around the invasion portal collapsed as the mutated jumpers overran them.

  The battlefield devolved into chaotic melee combat, and the war shifted into the familiar rhythm of the swarm.

  The Minotaurs fought fiercely, but their resistance was futile against the sheer numerical dominance of the swarm.

  One by one, they were drowned in the insect tide.

  Henir could feel his followers perishing. The threads of faith connecting them to him snapped one after another. He knew—he had lost.

  There was no time to grieve the destruction of his super-powered followers.

  Determined to retreat, Henir scanned his divine domain with his godly senses.

  He intended to sever the invasion passageway and cut off a portion of his divine land to escape.

  But as his senses swept through his domain, his heart sank.

  The Poison Stinger Dragonflies and flying jumpers were spreading at terrifying speed.

  Severing the merged invasion passage would take two hours.

  At their current rate of expansion, the swarm would have overrun most of his domain by then.

  Worst of all, they would inevitably reach his hidden divine core.

  A chilling sensation crawled up Henir’s spine.

  “Is my path to godhood really about to end here?”

  “No, I won’t let it. As long as I can protect my core followers and my divine core, I can rise again.”

  Resolute, Henir vanished from his original position.

  A moment later, his massive demigod avatar manifested above the invasion passage, his invisible will radiating outward.

  “Mighty demigod, let’s talk.”

  William gazed at the spectral figure.

  The creature’s pale complexion and humanoid form made it clear he wasn’t a Lungwa.

  The battle was already won. The swarm had achieved absolute dominance, and he no longer needed to personally oversee it.

  Controlling the Poison Stinger Dragonfly he had possessed, William appeared before the phantom.

  “What do you want to talk about?” he asked, his tone calm and unhurried.