Kaelen, amidst the earth-shaking roar, turned once again to face the invading portal.

  A surge of fiery red battle energy erupted around him, flickering like a flame ignited in the wind. Under his precise control, the battle energy slowly contracted, eventually condensing into a translucent energy entity. It transformed into a layer of red-glowing armor that enveloped his entire body.

  This scene seemed to serve as a signal. The elite troops following him also ignited their red battle energy, engulfing their bodies in flames.

  Kaelen wasted no more time. He drew four specially crafted longswords from his waist, their blades instantly wrapped in fiery red battle energy. Without another word, he charged straight into the teleportation portal, with his army following closely behind.

  The moment Kaelen entered William's divine domain, his superior dynamic vision allowed him to instantly assess his surroundings. He had emerged in an open area just outside the invasion portal.

  Three hundred meters away, at the forefront of the swarm's encirclement, mutated Zerglings had already sealed off this open space completely. Behind them stood groups of extraordinary Hydralisks capable of casting Fireball spells. These Hydralisks were organized into clusters, strategically positioned to leave enough space for the melee Zerglings to maneuver while keeping the portal entrance within their firing range.

  As the initial shock of the invasion wore off, all the insectoid forces within the divine domain were converging toward this location, amassing in overwhelming numbers.

  Further in the distance, the land stretched endlessly, teeming with countless Zerg. The darkened sky swarmed with aerial insectoid units, circling overhead and blocking out the sunlight.

  The sheer horror of such an overwhelming numerical advantage would drive an ordinary person to despair with just a single glance.

  Yet, Kaelen merely let out a cold smile. In his bloodthirsty eyes, a fire seemed to burn.

  Even before the fireballs raining down from the sky could reach him, he had already pushed off the ground with immense force, shattering the earth beneath him as he transformed into a streak of red lightning, charging directly into the Zerg defensive line.

  The battle energy-infused longswords in his hands suddenly flared up, extending their energy blades twenty meters outward. With a single horizontal sweep, the razor-sharp energy blades effortlessly cleaved through the Zerglings and Hydralisks blocking his path.

  A fiery red figure moved at high speed within the densely packed swarm. The Zerglings' attacks barely made contact with his body, failing to even break through his defenses.

  Kaelen tore through the enemy ranks as if they were nonexistent. With the extended range of his battle energy swords, he single-handedly shattered William's dense defensive line, carving out an open path.

  His objective was crystal clear—he locked onto each visible Hydralisk cluster and began eliminating them with ruthless efficiency.

  Wherever he passed, it was as if a massive brush had wiped away the enemies, leaving behind a road littered with severed limbs.

  Even when the Hydralisks detonated Fireball spells at close range, they were powerless to stop him. The explosive force of Fireball magic was simply insufficient to break through his battle energy defenses.

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  Following Kaelen out of the portal, the elite four-armed werewolves charged forward, their battle energy armor burning as they withstood the fiery bombardment.

  In less than ten seconds, they had sprinted past the Fireball-covered zone. Apart from a few unfortunate ones who took direct hits and sustained injuries, most of them were merely slightly disheveled.

  They swiftly followed the opening Kaelen had carved out, easily breaching deep into the Zerg swarm.

  Without needing orders, the elite four-armed werewolves instinctively formed coordinated battle groups of ten thousand each. Supporting one another seamlessly, they efficiently slaughtered the surrounding Zerg units.

  The battle energy of these elite werewolves far surpassed the extraordinary level.

  The mutated Zerglings' attacks could only barely pierce through their battle energy shields, leaving shallow scratches on their armor.

  Unless an individual was relentlessly attacked or overwhelmed and drowned in the swarm, the ordinary mutated Zerglings posed no real threat to them.

  In an instant, the battlefield dynamic had reversed.

  Especially with the hero-ranked unit, Kaelen, who had already broken away from the main force. Alone, he rampaged through the insectoid horde, seemingly unstoppable.

  Wherever he went, entire swathes of Zerg were cut down like wheat under a scythe.

  Seeing this situation, William realized that even if he deployed his stockpile of over three million extraordinary Zerglings, it would be futile against this hero-ranked four-armed werewolf.

  Kaelen's defense, attack power, speed, and stamina all vastly outmatched the Zerg forces on the battlefield by several tiers.

  The gap was so immense that sheer numbers could no longer compensate.

  This was the power of a hero-ranked champion—an existence capable of challenging dragons.

  At that moment, Darius once again manifested his colossal demigod projection in the sky, using his subordinate who had entered William’s divine domain as a conduit.

  This time, he did not speak. Instead, he simply smirked coldly as he controlled his champion to massacre the vast swarms of Zerg within William’s divine domain.

  Seeing this, William, too, manifested his own demigod projection in the divine domain’s sky.

  Without hesitation, he waved his hand, and the massive airborne insectoid forces that had been gathering above descended like a torrential flood, engulfing all the four-armed werewolves that had entered his domain.

  Observing William’s continued resistance, Darius’ stern expression remained unchanged, without a trace of hesitation.

  He smirked and spoke again:

  “It’s useless. The gap between us is like an unbridgeable chasm. I already gave you a chance, but you failed to cherish it.”

  “So I’ve changed my mind. I will personally shatter your divine core, so you understand that as a weakling, you should have treasured the opportunity given to you by the strong.”

  The ongoing battle on the battlefield seemed to affirm Darius’ words.

  The overwhelming insectoid swarm descending from the sky had no effect on Kaelen whatsoever.

  With a single burst of speed, he plowed through the swarm, leaving a massive trench in his wake.

  The battle energy shield around his body pulverized any Zerg in his path into dust, rendering them incapable of impeding his advance.

  Meanwhile, the elite four-armed werewolves had formed into massive circular formations of ten thousand. Their battle energy linked together, forming an impenetrable energy barrier around them.

  The high-speed diving Zerglings that attempted to break through crashed into the barrier and were instantly crushed to pieces, utterly incapable of breaching it.

  In contrast, the werewolves’ attacks could easily pass through the barrier to strike the insectoid swarm, inflicting devastating damage.

  William's expression darkened upon realizing that his swarm tactics had failed.

  Noticing the change in William’s demeanor, Darius sneered and continued:

  “Don’t expect your mentor to come to your rescue.”

  “I know how long it takes for human mentors to arrive—typically four to five hours. By then, I’ll have had more than enough time to destroy your divine core.”

  “When they finally arrive, all they’ll see are the shattered remnants of your divine domain.”

  Darius’ intent was crystal clear—he intended to utterly annihilate William’s divine domain.

  Hearing Darius’ words, William’s expression, however, grew eerily calm.

  Yet, deep within his ice-cold eyes, a madness began to surface.