With the Grand Teleportation Art, Ian Song quickly arrived at another battlefield.
Coincidentally, fighting had already broken out here as well.
So Ian appeared directly behind the Insect Horde and began searching for traces of the Insect Queens.
After his investigation, he found that there were a total of four hundred and twenty-one Insect Queens behind this battlefield.
With a casual wave, nearly a thousand monster cultivators appeared again. Under his guidance, they instantly teleported to the void in front of the Insect Queens.
Just as they were about to attack and tear open the void to drag out the Queens and kill them, something unexpected happened.
As soon as the monster cultivators appeared, the Insect Queens in the spatial interlayer suddenly opened their mouths, and a swarm of Insectoids flew out from the void, attacking the monster cultivators.
Seeing this, Ian couldn't help but frown slightly. It was obvious that the Queens on this battlefield had already learned of his impending arrival and deliberately hid Insectoids in their bodies, preparing to ambush his forces.
Fortunately, they underestimated the strength of these monster cultivators.
All of them were seasoned veterans whose actual combat power far exceeded their nominal realm. Each one could rival a peak Sun-Soul Realm martial artist in this world, and those late-stage Fusion monster cultivators were even stronger—at least equal to early Law-Phase Realm experts.
As for the dozen-plus Tribulation monster cultivators, they could absolutely 'walk sideways' even among typical Law-Phase experts.
So this so-called ambush ended up being a free meal for Ian's side.
In less than ten breaths, all the Insectoids were wiped out.
Then the monster cultivators began hunting down the Insect Queens.
This battle lasted a full half hour before all the Queens were finally killed—mainly because the Queens were extremely good at escaping.
Leaving behind another brief message, Ian moved on to the final battlefield.
Just as he expected, the Insect Horde on this battlefield was still present, but the Queens had vanished without a trace. Even after exhaustive searching, he couldn't find any sign of them.
Although the Queens had disappeared, more than forty billion bugs in the Insect Horde were still trapped here.
Ian took out Flamefrost Armor for the monster cultivators to wear and ordered them to attack the Insect Horde head-on.
Monster cultivators have always had a special fondness for blood-food.
Each time they struck, tens of thousands of bugs died instantly, and the resulting blood-qi was all absorbed into their bodies.
Without Queen control, the Insect Horde was completely incapable of forming any effective combat power.
So they could only be one-sidedly massacred by the monster cultivators.
In just two hours, ten billion bugs died at their hands.
Each of them grew flushed from absorbing so much blood-qi.
Several dozen mid-stage Fusion monster cultivators even broke through on the spot, advancing to late-stage Fusion.
The human army on the city walls was stunned by the scene. One after another, soldiers wondered aloud who these people were. Just a thousand of them could rival their own force of over a million—and their ferocity was simply overwhelming.
After two hours of slaughter, the Insect Horde was completely shattered. Across the mountains and fields, bugs scattered and fled in every direction.
Finally, the city’s army could hold back no longer. They flung open the gates and charged out, joining the hunt with wild enthusiasm.
Over the next day, with the human army cooperating, another ten-plus billion bugs were killed, but the survivors hid in the wilderness or in pits and hollows.
Total extermination in the short term was unrealistic; they could only spend time slowly searching for the remaining bugs.
"May I ask your name, sir?"
The commander of this battlefield hurried over, eyes full of amazement as he sized up Ian.
"I am Evan Chu," Ian replied calmly.
Ian answered in a mild tone.
"So it’s Young Master Chu! I’ve heard of your legendary name for a long time!"
A flash of admiration appeared in the commander’s eyes as he praised Ian, his gaze turning hot as he swept over the group of monster cultivators behind him. Legend had it that Evan Chu’s strength was unfathomable, but he hadn’t expected Ian to command such a powerful force as well.
After a few polite exchanges, Ian briefly informed him that the Queens on the other two battlefields had already been slain, then left directly.
Hundreds of Queens had escaped, which left Ian feeling quite frustrated.
After withdrawing with his monster cultivators for a distance, Ian absorbed them back into the Divine Temple.
After absorbing so much blood-qi, these monster cultivators were sure to break through again soon.
Ian, meanwhile, planned to continue hunting down the escaped Queens.
Ten days passed in a flash; Ian hunted down and killed more than fifty Queens, but most had vanished without a trace.
At the same time, news of the three battlefields spread across the Mystic Sun Domain, and the name 'Evan Chu' was soon known in every corner of the region.
He was acclaimed as the number one genius of the younger generation in the Mystic Sun Domain.
By this time, Ian had finally stepped into Insect territory.
The Insect territory was completely different from the human lands—full of dense forests, poisonous miasmas everywhere, and even the sky was dark. The environment was so harsh that humans could barely survive, but it was perfect for the Insect Race.
Because of this, countless wars had broken out between humans and insects, but the humans never tried to occupy the Insect territory.
According to the information Ian had gathered, the Insect territory wasn’t even that large—smaller than the Mystic Sun Domain itself.
The deeper he went, the harsher the conditions became. Poisonous fog filled the air; if an ordinary martial artist entered, they’d die instantly. Only Origin Core martial artists could barely survive, and even then, not for long.
On top of that, the place was crawling with savage poisonous bugs.
"Should I keep going deeper?"
Ian stared at the endless wall of miasma ahead, hesitating.
Because the Insect territory was so inhospitable, almost no humans ever ventured this far. There wasn’t even a proper map, so Ian was basically stumbling around blindly.
For a while, he felt quite frustrated. Completing the system’s assigned task was proving to be anything but easy.
In the end, Ian decided to retreat from Insect territory.
After all, searching for the Queens in such an environment was just too difficult.
A quarter of an hour later—
Ian’s figure appeared back inside the small courtyard of the Dragonfang City villa.
"Young Master!"
Seeing Ian, Lena Wei rushed over again, her eyes full of worship and respect.
During this period, Ian's exploits had spread throughout the Mystic Sun Domain. It could be said that the Human victory this time was almost entirely thanks to him—without Ian, the battle would have dragged on and countless more warriors would have died, with even more people ending up as food for the Insect Race.
Ian’s return caused a huge sensation in Dragonfang City.
For days afterward, the threshold of his villa was practically worn out by visitors. Every day, people came to pay their respects, and Ian soon grew fed up. In the end, he decided to leave for the Sky-Sun Region.
The war in the Mystic Sun Domain had come to a close, but fighting continued in the other five regions—and was only getting fiercer.
All this news was sent over by the Daxia Merchant Guild.
Goblins were short and stinky, but their skin was covered in a special mucous membrane that could bounce attacks back.
Their claws were razor-sharp, and they excelled at digging and tunneling. In battle, Goblins almost never attacked head-on—they always broke through from underground, making it nearly impossible for the human armies to defend, and giving them constant headaches.
Moreover, their claws were extremely sharp, making them experts at digging tunnels. In every battle, Goblins almost never attacked from the front—they always broke through from underground, leaving the human armies constantly on edge and utterly vexed.