Unfortunately, the descending swarm of blade beetles made escape a difficult task. No matter which direction they fled in, they were faced with countless insects.

  William, possessing the form of a poisonous stinger dragonfly, hovered above the battlefield, surveying the massacre below. The slaughter dispelled any lingering anxiety he had and gave him a direct understanding of the insect swarm's current fighting power.

  He discarded the tactical plans he had prepared in his mind, watching the endless influx of bugs.

  “Forget tactics, if we lose with all this, I'll wash my hair upside down,” William thought confidently, setting an overconfident "flag" for himself.

  Just then, a new change appeared in the sky. Countless golden lights gathered in the air, and William felt a tightness in his chest.

  “No way…” he thought. Just after setting his flag, was an unexpected twist about to happen?

  A golden-glowing phantom began to form in the sky: “I surrender, I am willing to pay fifty thousand divine power points for my life.” A grand thought spread in all directions, but the content was so humble.

  Hearing this, William’s heart, which had just been on edge, settled again. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm. It was merely a projection formed by the opponent’s demigod expending divine power.

  William immediately took control of the dragonfly, flying toward the phantom in the sky.

  “Pay up!” Without wasting words, William sent back a brief two-word response. Unless there was some rare, high-value resource in their divine realm, the entire realm wasn’t worth fifty thousand points.

  “I don’t have that much divine power right now, I can only pay one thousand points first. I’ll gather the rest as soon as I can. Can you stop your minions first?” Orin, with the last bit of hope, immediately transmitted this thought to the insects before him.

  “Scram…” William immediately understood that the person was broke, unable to pay fifty thousand points, and was just trying his luck.

  William was ready to deceive him into withdrawing his minions and then escape.

  After all, the stories of protagonists surviving and turning the tide of battle in the face of despair were everywhere in various novels.

  And William hadn’t forgotten that this was the same guy who had invaded his domain first and had just scared him earlier.

  Without further consideration, William shifted his control to another dragonfly and resumed observing the battlefield.

  The phantom in the sky wasn’t giving up. Waves of thoughts continued to spread until the figure slowly disappeared. William paid it no more attention.

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  After the phantom vanished, Orin, now filled with despair, withdrew from the divine realm. As an ordinary commoner from a humble family, he didn’t have the one thousand divine points. His previous attempt was merely self-deception in a moment of desperation.

  What he needed to do now was transfer the remaining divine power into the real world as divine energy crystals, or else once the core of the divine realm shattered, all divine power within the realm would vanish.

  As the dragonflies scattered, the map of the opponent’s divine realm was rapidly being built in William’s mind. The areas where the wolfmen gathered appeared on the map, and some of the wolfmen fleeing at the edges of the battlefield were marked as red dots.

  William was gradually gaining a full understanding of the situation in this divine realm. The real battle had ended the moment the wolfman defense line collapsed.

  Now, what followed was a game of pursuit and flight. William immediately began commanding the insect swarm, organizing them into groups ranging from ten thousand to hundreds of thousands, assigning them specific tasks.

  The blade beetles and piercing wolf spiders, which had been advancing as a mass, were now breaking off into smaller groups under William’s command.

  Most of the blade beetles and some of the piercing wolf spiders formed groups to chase down the scattered wolfmen, clearing out the rogue wolfmen on the map. Meanwhile, the main piercing wolf spider army, along with some blade beetles, was split up to suppress each of the wolfman tribes on the map, with each group accompanied by a number of poisonous stinger dragonflies to act as scouts and communicators.

  Watching the map, with the green dots representing his forces and the red ones his enemies, William felt like he was playing an RTS game.

  After assigning tasks and movement routes to all the main forces, William focused his attention on the group of dragonflies at the very front of the map.

  This was a swarm of over 500,000 poisonous stinger dragonflies, heading quickly towards the center of the divine realm. The core of any divine realm is almost always fixed at the center, to ensure that no matter which direction the invasion occurs, the core is always as far away as possible from the invasion channel.

  As the dragonflies approached the center of the divine realm, a fairly decent-sized, simple town appeared in William’s view. The dragonflies, flying above, immediately dispersed to observe the town.

  “So simple,” William thought. “This town shouldn’t have more than 100,000 wolfmen. With just the dragonflies, it should be enough to take this place.”

  “Don’t build such large towns if you can’t even reach basic production levels!” William thought, sighing to himself.

  Rather than calling this a wolfman town, it resembled a massive livestock farming facility.

  Various animal pens filled the town, which had an ancient tribal style, with the only well-built structure being a large stone altar in the center.

  Seeing the altar, William knew that this was likely his target. He immediately issued an attack command to the dragonflies.

  The dragonflies, previously searching the area, now immediately launched an attack on the wolfman town.

  The battle ended swiftly. When the ordinary civilian wolfmen saw their resisting companions instantly overwhelmed by dozens of insects and fall to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing, most of them turned and fled or sought places to hide.

  At that moment, a fireball shot up from the altar, and William immediately fixed his gaze on it.

  An old wolfman shaman stood atop the altar, waving a wooden staff, surrounded by a dozen or so wolfman warriors protecting him at the center, trying to block the dragonflies.

  Another fireball formed in the shaman’s hands and was thrown toward the flying insects, but it had no effect. With the dragonflies’ incredible maneuverability, they easily avoided the fireball.

  Seeing this, the shaman didn’t give up. Another red light expanded in his hands. Any wolfman warriors touched by the red light began to show crazed expressions, their eyes turning red as they swung their weapons wildly at the dragonflies.

  This seemed to be a status-enhancing spell, similar to a "rage" spell.