Chapter 307: Dimensional Grafting Crisis

Under the full control of Lín Jìn and the others, the Star Boat's engine emitted a deafening roar, and countless dazzling energy beams shot out from the engine, lighting the entire void. Driven by this powerful energy, the Star Boat operated at an almost frantic speed, successfully grafting the cultivation world, like transplanting a tree, carefully yet resolutely onto other experimental sand tables.

When this arduous process was completed, a sense of relief rose in everyone's hearts, as if they had temporarily escaped the endless abyss of crisis. Yet fate did not seem inclined to let them go easily.

Just as everyone thought they were temporarily safe and could catch their breath, a sharp, ear‑piercing howl came from the distant void. Immediately, countless dense black specks appeared at the edge of sight, rushing forward like storm clouds bearing down. They were the Insect Race, surging like a tide; each insect exuded a nauseating odor, and the flutter of their wings merged into a chilling, noisy din.

"Bad, it's a cross‑dimensional attack from the Insect Race Civilization Sand Table!" Ao Li's face turned deathly pale; she knew the horror of the Insect Race—once they launched an assault, it would be a catastrophe beyond imagination.

In an instant, chaos erupted. Cultivators of the cultivation world hurriedly grabbed weapons, preparing to meet the enemy, but faced with such a massive swarm of the Insect Race, a trace of fear inevitably showed in their expressions. The Dragon Clan also quickly formed a battle formation, with Ao Li at the forefront, dragon aura radiating around her, trying to steady the frantic situation.

"Everyone, stay calm! Keep the formation and follow my command!" Ao Li shouted loudly, her voice straining to carry through the chaos, trying to inject a dose of courage into the crowd.

Lín Jìn furrowed his brows, fully aware that the situation was critical and a solution had to be found quickly. At that moment, the slightly ethereal figure of Ao Zhan appeared. Determination shone in Ao Zhan's eyes; they knew that without decisive action now, everyone would fall into an irretrievable abyss.

Suddenly, Measurement Ruler Fragments appeared in Ao Zhan's hand, their origin unknown, emitting an ancient, mysterious glow. Without hesitation, Ao Zhan tossed the fragments into the air, muttering incantations. As their chant rang out, the fragments began to spin rapidly, their light intensifying until they formed a temporary dimensional bridge. The bridge linked the current space with an unknown dimension, radiating a strange, alluring glow.

"I'll go seek help from other dimensions; you must hold the line!" Ao Zhan's voice was firm and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority. Having said so, their figure rushed toward the dimensional bridge.

"Senior Ao Zhan, be careful!" Lín Jìn shouted loudly, but Ao Zhan's figure had already vanished within the dimensional bridge.

At that moment, the Insect Race surged forward like starving wolves. The leading insects spewed highly corrosive slime, which shot toward the crowd like shells; wherever it passed, space seemed to be corroded into black holes. The cultivators quickly cast spells, and various shimmering shields rose instantly, trying to block the slime. Yet the slime's corrosiveness exceeded expectations; some shields developed a Crack, and then shattered with a boom.

The Dragon Clan showed no sign of retreat; they spread their massive dragon wings, spewing fierce flames toward the Insect Race. The flames collided with the insects, producing a series of 'sizzle' sounds; many insects were instantly engulfed, yet those behind continued to surge forward crazily toward the crowd.

Lín Jìn wielded the Abyss Return Ruler, moving like lightning through the swarm of insects. Each swing of the Abyss Return Ruler released a powerful Sword Qi that slashed the surrounding insects. Yet the insects were countless, wave after wave, seemingly endless.

"Continuing like this won't work; our strength is depleting, we must find a way to stall and wait for Senior Ao Zhan's support," Lín Jìn thought to himself, while still fighting fiercely.

Ao Li, while controlling the Dragon Clan's attacks, also contemplated a countermeasure. Suddenly, inspiration struck, and she thought of a plan.

"Lín Jìn, I'll use a Dragon Clan secret technique to create a powerful defensive barrier; you lead the cultivators to recover strength and prepare a counter‑attack!" Ao Li shouted loudly.

Lín Jìn heard this and felt a surge of joy. "Alright, let's do it!"

Ao Li swiftly channeled the Dragon Clan's power within her, chanting an ancient incantation. Her surroundings glowed intensely as a massive dragon‑shaped shield slowly rose, protecting everyone inside. Dragon Scale glittered on the shield, emitting formidable defensive power; the Insect Race's attacks struck the shield only to splash sparks, unable to harm those within.

However, Ao Li also knew that the shield consumed immense power and could not be maintained for long. They must devise a better response within that time, or else once the shield shatters, everyone will face total annihilation.

In this tense situation, will Ao Zhan succeed in finding aid from other dimensions? Can Lín Jìn and Ao Li devise a way to break the enemy before the shield collapses? Where this battle with the Insect Race will lead remains uncertain; everything seems shrouded in a heavy fog, and all of this appears to be laying the groundwork for an even greater storm…