Chapter 139: The White Tiger's Fury

This is a mixed legion primarily composed of Blood Race and Demon Hunter Knights, together with spellcasters numbering over a thousand.

Seeing the surrounding massive formations, Ravenna did not hesitate; with a wave of her hand, she went to support the valley.

The commotion here was simply too obvious.

The Bug King Travis accelerated his advance toward the Dark World by a few more strides.

He was also surprised that the Dark World possessed such advanced Transmission Array technology.

In their understanding, the Micro World should not be able to develop such an advanced large-scale transmission system.

Even in a Small Plane Civilization, this large-scale transmission technology counts as a high-end capability.

After all, each plane civilization follows a different development path, so auxiliary systems like Transmission Arrays vary in quality.

Nevertheless, it must be acknowledged that the Micro Plane, still in the budding stage of its cultivation system, rarely has such high-level auxiliary development.

At least Travis had never heard of it.

Amid the surprise, accompanied by Travis's screech, another Bug Swarm split off to assault the newly appeared legion, buying time for Bug King Travis's arrival.

After some time passed, the number of Bug Swarms in the valley grew dense, already exceeding tens of thousands.

Both sides had already bloodied their eyes.

Red, green, black, blue—various types of blood had already soaked the area around the entire valley.

Earlier, the Two-Winged White Tiger that arrived first to aid, along with that super‑tier dragon Magic Beast Lord, were already riddled with wounds, mired in the war's quagmire.

Roar~!!

With a roar,

A blast of energy formed from countless cyan wind blades erupted from the massive jaws of the White Tiger, instantly shredding a dozen green Bug Swarms into a field of blood‑soaked corpse fragments.

Yet the creature showed no hint of joy.

Heavy breathing accompanied a flash of fatigue in its eyes.

It is evident that when confronting such an intense Plane Invasion war, even a White Tiger of the second life tier cannot help but feel a deep exhaustion.

While continuing to fend off the surging Bug Swarms from all sides, it also took a moment to glance around.

It soon discovered that the multitude of monsters that had followed it had thinned out, leaving only a few small and large cats.

Meanwhile, in the distance, that cunning creature that didn't even resemble a dragon‑like Magic Beast seemed no better off.

The Plane Invasion—this being that has lived for centuries—has only heard of its terror from age‑old oral legends.

Now, as it experiences it, looking at the endless sea of bugs around and the few monster companions beside it, all being swallowed by the surging tide of insects.

It not only felt desolate and helpless, but only by personally enduring a Plane War can one truly comprehend its horror; a few stories alone cannot convey it.

A green silhouette flashed by.

Roar!!

Another roar erupted; the White Tiger casually snapped the ambusher dead and simultaneously rescued a Magic Beast Lord, the Moonlight Magic Wolf.

For the few companions it had, the White Tiger was still willing to extend a helping hand; at this moment, they no longer fought over territory.

There was only the desire to survive together and the sincere feeling of resisting enemy invasion, protecting their home from enslavement and destruction.

As the rescued Moonlight Magic Wolf blocked a deadly ambush from a Level Two Bug General behind it.

Before the White Tiger could react, it was engulfed by a massive swarm of insects arriving in cocoons.

Amid a spray of blood, the White Tiger saw within the swarm a wolf's eyes, tinged with fear and a faint melancholy, looking at it.

It seemed to say, "Look, I also saved your life." "Roar~!!!" a sky‑piercing howl erupted.

The White Tiger's eyes instantly turned blood‑red; it did not understand why, upon seeing the Moonlight Magic Wolf die saving it, it felt such unexpected anger.

It now only wanted to kill the culprit and make it atone for the Moonlight Magic Wolf.

The White Tiger leapt up, disregarding the surrounding attacks, and angrily charged at the Level Two Bug General.

For this Two-Winged White Tiger, the Level Two Bug General had been eyeing it for a long time.

Not long ago, one of its companions suffered a heavy loss on this White Tiger; had it not withdrawn in time, it would likely have perished.

Facing the charging Two-Winged White Tiger, the Level Two Bug General did not retreat; instead, it boldly met the White Tiger head‑on!

As a Level Two Bug General of the Green Blade Bug Race, it had deeply grasped the Green Blade clan's sword doctrine of relentless forwardness, treating it as truth.

This is not only the philosophy of the sword art, but also the foundation of all cultivation systems of the Green Blade Bug Race.

Deviating from this path makes progress impossible.

Just like Bug King Beerus.

For an outlier like Beerus of the Green Blade Bug Race, not to mention Travis, even the low‑level bugs silently treat him as a negative example.

As their fierce clashes continued, the energy ripples from the powerful impacts immediately inflicted heavy losses on the surrounding swarms arriving in cocoons.

Yet for the highly reproductive Green Blade Bug Race, even substantial losses among Level One and Below Bug Swarms do not cause them any remorse.

Once they survive this war, they will have ample time to proliferate; only those reaching above Level One become recognized as official members of the Green Blade Bug Race.

Bug races below Level One, in their eyes, are merely renewable consumables.

It is under these circumstances that the battle between the Level Two Bug General and the White Tiger did not linger; both sides quickly reached a conclusion.

Boom~!!

A cyan hurricane, laced with countless wind blades, centered on the White Tiger, enveloped an area of several hundred meters.

Yet within moments, the cyan hurricane swiftly turned green.

Countless severed limbs and flesh fell, covering a thick layer within several hundred meters around the White Tiger.

Looking around, there were four or five such sites.

Along with this scene, vast vanished forests emerged; within dozens of miles, only a few solitary trees remained standing at the edges.

With the cyan hurricane dissipating,

the once majestic, battlefield‑godlike White Tiger's eyes couldn't help but flash with a hint of melancholy.

At the moment the hurricane halted, the Level Two Bug General, which had been prowling around for some time, timed it perfectly and a slash fell.

A jade-colored afterimage streaked across, and Baihu, whose energy was in a vacuum state, failed to evade, his abdomen instantly split open by a ferocious slash.

With a fierce roar, Baihu turned and struck at the Level Two Bug General, but because of severe self‑depletion, his body's reactions were no longer as sharp as before.

Looking at the green tide of insects that immediately piled up around him, a deep sense of helplessness and despair surged to his heart.

As his own energy was heavily drained, Baihu now had no surplus ability; he again activated his innate talent to clear the surrounding minnows.

The dense swarm of insects kept widening the wound, and just as Baihu was locked in a bitter fight, he felt his life draining away rapidly.

Obscure, hard‑to‑understand magical incantations suddenly rang out across the entire battlefield sky.

As the magical chant continued, massive magical fluctuations densely appeared over the battlefield.

Ribbons of elemental energy, imbued with strong magical rhythms, continuously fell from the sky, forming magical surges several to dozens of meters wide, relentlessly harvesting the lives of the otherworldly invading insects on the battlefield.

(End of chapter)