Darius wanted to use a verbal assault to break William’s resistance.

  His grand declaration echoed through William’s divine realm but received no response at all.

  At this moment, the closest extraordinary insectoid forces, stationed just one kilometer away from the invasion portal, were already on the battlefield.

  Over 3 million Spikesnakes were lying quietly in the grass, waiting for William’s orders.

  Unaware of all this, Darius, despite not receiving any reply from William, saw the growing swarm of insects in the sky, signaling William’s attitude.

  Taking advantage of this, with the area around the invasion portal still safe, Darius sped up the deployment of his extraordinary minion troops into William’s divine realm, aiming to completely occupy the area, establish a forward base, and allow the follow-up forces to invade William’s realm more easily.

  Endless extraordinary Four-Armed Werewolves were, under Darius’s urging, rapidly improving the efficiency of entering the teleportation portal, and soon gathered over 3 million troops near the portal.

  Most of them were equipped with four throwing spears at their waists—ranged weapons designed specifically for countering high-flying insect swarms.

  Unfortunately, due to missing key information, Darius’s preparations were essentially in vain.

  William wouldn’t foolishly allow the swarm in the sky to directly dive into the enemy’s throwing spear barrage.

  After observing for a while, William developed a clear understanding of the Four-Armed Werewolves’ fighting aura defenses.

  With his experience, he judged that the fireball projectiles shot by the Spikesnakes would likely leave the werewolves able to withstand the explosion’s shockwaves if they were at the edges of the blast radius due to their tough physiques.

  However, if the fireballs exploded at close range, the flames and shockwaves would penetrate their aura defenses, causing light to severe injuries, but likely not fatal ones.

  Direct hits, on the other hand, would be fatal without question.

  Having once experienced a blocked invasion portal and an overwhelming firepower assault, William knew that the current concentrated formation of enemies would be devastating if subjected to a firepower barrage.

  As the pressure on his defense circle grew, the insect swarm’s defensive line began to retreat.

  William felt it was time, and the long-awaited Spikesnakes immediately moved into action, advancing toward the frontline.

  With no complex tactical arrangements, William directly commanded the Spikesnakes to get closer to the frontline, and once they entered the firing range, countless fireball spells formed in the mouths of the Spikesnakes and were hurled toward the area occupied by the Four-Armed Werewolves.

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  The fireballs rained down in a dense barrage, exploding with a thunderous roar that filled the air.

  As the Spikesnake swarm steadily advanced, the area covered by firepower continued to extend toward the rear of the enemy formation.

  Wherever the fireballs went, no gaps were left; the ground was completely plowed by the explosions.

  The Spikesnakes kept expending their magical energy, continuing to fire until their reserves were completely depleted.

  The sky was ablaze, and smoke filled the air, as the battlefield rapidly transitioned from a medieval melee combat scenario to a modern-style carpet bombing.

  The difference in the lethality of the two modes of warfare was as stark as night and day.

  Watching the howling Four-Armed Werewolves caught in the flames, William felt no mercy.

  Using saturation bombardment and steadily advancing, the fireball explosions spread all the way to the invasion portal before gradually stopping.

  The entire process took less than five minutes.

  The insect swarm had reclaimed the area that Darius had occupied, while also wiping out over 3 million of his elite extraordinary minions.

  As the smoke cleared, the ground was littered with dismembered limbs, charred bodies, and craters from the explosions— a grim reflection of the chaos that had unfolded in just a few minutes.

  Caught off guard by William’s sudden outburst, Darius’s minions that had entered William’s divine realm were wiped out in an instant.

  The abrupt shift in the mode of warfare not only cost him 3 million extraordinary minions and countless regular ones, but more importantly, he had lost the best opportunity to invade.

  It was obvious now that William had set up thorough defenses at the invasion portal, establishing a firepower blockade zone.

  Any minions attempting to enter William’s divine realm would first be subjected to a barrage of magical fireballs.

  At his current level, Darius’s extraordinary minions were not capable of withstanding such a heavy firepower assault.

  Trying to break through the firepower coverage would come at an enormous cost.

  As a result, Darius’s face darkened like a still pond, and the true fire of rage was now ignited in him.

  He immediately began mobilizing his true core fighting strength: an elite force of over 300,000 Four-Armed Werewolves, led by a Hero-level minion.

  This was the real source of Darius’s confidence in being called an old-tier demigod.

  With the arrival of this elite army, the Four-Armed Werewolves originally stacked up at the invasion portal automatically stepped aside, lowering their heads in respect to the new elite force.

  There was no need for any command. The crowded area immediately cleared a straight, wide path leading to the teleportation portal.

  Venito, Darius’s only Hero-level Four-Armed Werewolf, cast a quick glance at his retreating kin and calmly stepped onto the path to the invasion portal.

  Without a word, he motioned for the elite werewolves behind him to halt their advance.

  His subordinates immediately stopped, the rhythmic sound of their march vanishing like a paused video.

  Venito slowly turned, facing his neatly arranged army, and spoke calmly: “On the other side is a new world, and the enemies are just fragile insects and monsters.”

  “They have nothing but numbers. All we need to do is one thing—crush them.”

  His voice, though not loud, spread far with the help of his fighting aura.

  “Crush them!” The elite Four-Armed Werewolf army roared in unison, their voices echoing through the heavens.

  This army had accompanied Darius through countless wars, being torn apart and rebuilt many times, but they had never retreated.

  Facing the battlefield, facing death, had become engraved into their very souls.

  Thus, they did not need any further words of encouragement. They already possessed their own pride and conviction.

  This was a true army—one that could fight until the last soldier fell. It was Darius’s trump card.