Chapter 140: Crushing from the Dark World

The pressure suddenly eased.

The dense green swarm before them suddenly began to thin out.

Bai Hu's gaze still appeared a bit bewildered at this moment.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, the ground was scarred all over, with pits of all sizes densely covering the battlefield.

It seemed as if it had endured a massive barrage; severed limbs lay everywhere, and blood stained the scarred earth.

Bai Hu could clearly sense that around these pits—ranging from a few meters to tens of meters—vast elemental particles, not yet fully dissipated, were still permeating.

Then another wave of obscure, incomprehensible incantations rose.

The Magic Array of Magicians, no larger than a thousand people, instantly transformed into mobile artillery on the battlefield, continuously pouring massive elemental torrents onto the dense invading bug swarm.

But within a short time, these invaders from other planes quickly felt the terrifying collective spellcasting of the Dark Plane Magicians.

The sudden, encompassing artillery barrage shocked the entire swarm, and even the Dark forces had never expected that a Magician Union Magic Array of over a thousand could wield such astonishing power.

At this moment, Beerus and Travis were undoubtedly very shocked.

It was thought that, relying on the inherent foundation of a low-level plane and the advantages of the bug tide itself, dealing with a nascent, undeveloped Micro Plane would not be a simple matter.

【PS: Micro Planes also have grades—Nascent Phase, Development Phase, Peak Phase】

Even if this Micro Plane has great potential, it has yet to form a complete cultivation system and is likely in a cultivation desert stage.

Whether in comparable combat power, realms, or skills, they cannot be compared with those from low-level planes.

Even with plane-suppression factors, at most it would only slightly narrow the combat power gap between the sides.

Bug King Beerus stared at the edge of the distant dense forest, where a massive Union Magic Array of casters had formed, his eyes filling with increasingly intense disbelief.

As a Level Three lifeform, he already possessed a deep understanding of power and could clearly sense the dread of that Union Magic Array.

Such an operation, coordinating the energy of over a thousand people into a well‑functioning large‑scale energy‑link amplification array, is so complex that even he had never encountered it.

He had never even heard of it!

Perhaps only the legendary large‑ and medium‑scale world civilizations that exist in the endless cosmos, deep within the Star Realm, possess such exaggerated energy‑linking methods.

In any case, the few low‑level planes he had previously encountered or heard of seemed to lack such means.

Bug King Beerus, while evading Fulade's attack, glanced down at Travis, who was about to descend.

At this moment, Bug King Travis instinctively looked toward Beerus as well; the instant the two Bug Kings met eyes, they both saw the surprise and gravity in each other's gaze.

These invading Green Blade Bug Race from the Dark Plane could never have imagined that, in their eyes, it was merely a Micro Plane still in the Nascent Phase.

Yet it turned out to be, in their view, a large‑ or medium‑scale plane that had only existed in legends.

Who knows, if they had known the situation here at the start of their invasion, would they still be so arrogant! The Star Realm is boundless; not to mention petty low‑level planes, even large‑ and medium‑scale planes are but a drop in the cosmic sea.

In the endless Star Realm, the most common are irregular half‑planes and broken planes with imperfect rules and harsh environments.

Worlds like these, with irregular or incomplete rule systems that cannot give rise to life, account for over ninety percent of the endless Star Realm.

The remainder are planes with complete rules that allow life to proliferate.

Lifeforms that have birthed their own species and formed their own civilizations are even rarer in Micro Planes.

Such planes almost always possess great potential to ascend to higher-level planes.

And Dark World undoubtedly already meets, even exceeds, the standards of Micro Planes.

This shattered understanding undoubtedly cast a shadow over their invasion! Even the entire swarm was affected.

As massive elemental particles kept converging, purple lightning spread, red blazing fireballs exploded, teal wind blades swept, blue icy spears surged, and the green bug swarm was once again engulfed by the sky‑filled torrent of elemental chaos.

Watching the elemental torrent that blanketed the battlefield sky, these seemingly ordinary spells, after massive Union Magic, multiplied geometrically in power. Even more terrifying, after the spells fell, the dense elemental particles collided across attributes, creating a second elemental explosion whose blast radius was astonishing.

Even a Level‑Two bug general, above Level One and including the life tier, would face a risk of severe injury if covered by this firepower.

Even powerful Level‑Three beings would choose to temporarily avoid the onslaught of such magical torrents.

And this was merely a Union Magic Array formed by over a thousand senior Magic Apprentices and dozens of Level‑One casters.

However, such a large‑scale, high‑intensity war cannot be sustained indefinitely by mere senior apprentices.

After unleashing several rounds of magical torrents, the Magician Union Magic Array had to cease, and the participants began taking out energy crystals to replenish the massive mana they had expended.

But the loss of their own spiritual energy could not be replenished in time.

Because Dark World's current barren resources and brief development have not yet stored enough strategic supplies—such as potions—to offset the magicians' spiritual depletion.

On the battlefield at that moment, one could see each Magician, after carefully drinking a small half‑dose of magical potion, promptly passing it to another Magician.

That half‑dose only restored about a third of their lost spiritual energy, keeping overall spirit levels at roughly fifty to sixty percent.

Among these senior Magicians were Princess Bai Xue, as well as the siblings Han Saier and Gelei Te.

More than five years had passed.

By now, Bai Xue and the Han Saier siblings had grown into a graceful young lady and a handsome young man.

Having advanced to senior Magic Apprentices, they also took part in this terrifying Plane Invasion war.

Their pallid faces still bore indelible marks, and even they had not imagined that this horrific devastation and bloody slaughter before them came from the hands of these senior Magic Apprentices.

Their hearts raced, and a faint dry retching rose.

After all, it was their first time on a battlefield; confronting such a gory scene truly tested their youthful spirits.

Gelei Te handed the remaining few restorative potions to the pallid Bai Xue, and, seeing Bai Xue's slight discomfort, said apologetically:

"Sister Bai Xue, it's my fault for dragging you in,"

From Gelei Te's words, it was clear they were not part of the summons, but had somehow joined the Magician corps resisting the alien plane invasion.

The fashionable magical robe, white and embroidered with beautiful patterns, made Bai Xue look charming.

A dignified, elegant, and intellectually gentle aura attracted many male Magicians' gazes.

Even Han Saier cast a subtle admiring glance.

Yet the fifteen‑year‑old girl hid a secret no one knew, gazing at the distant, flickering red silhouette in the sky.

Regaining composure, Bai Xue looked at the worried, remorseful girl beside her and smiled, "Gelei Te, I came of my own accord; resisting the Plane Invasion is every plane member's duty, how could I blame you?"

Unlike Bai Xue, who specializes in light magic and wood magic.

Gret wears a red magic robe, marking her as a fire‑magic apprentice; although she is slightly younger than Bai Xue, she seems more mature in development.

Carefree Gret also has a meticulous side; she removes a magic ring from her hand, hands it to Bai Xue, and without waiting for a refusal says, "Sister Bai Xue, wear this for now; give it back to me after the Plane War ends."

As she speaks, many magic rings on her hand light up, showing she has many more.

"Hmm!"

Bai Xue smiles faintly, her heart warm; how could she not know that, though Gret appears to have many magic rings, she gave her the one with the best defense.

Just as the Magician formation restores and replenishes its own mana, the Green Blade Bug Race, reacting in time, seizes the opportunity and launches fierce assaults on the Magician formation.

Their aim is to break the formation before these casters recover and re‑link their magic, and to erase these terrifying threats in the cradle.

Otherwise, the next moment those terrifying magical surges would fall upon them—a horror that the surviving bug swarm never wishes to encounter.

(End of chapter)