Chapter 165: Expert at Civil War, Amateur at Foreign War!

The Black Armored Beetle Race on the other side was equally frenzied.

To remove the effects of the C-rank insecticide, that demigod actually purchased an entire "Detoxifying Spirit River" from the Mall!

All Black Armored Beetle Race members going to the front lines had to soak in it first before entering battle.

Countless beetles opened their mouthparts, spitting out various terrifying means: corrosive venom poured down like torrential rain; nerve-paralyzing poisonous mist filled the surroundings; and there were dark purple spores that, once touched, would frantically multiply and burst within the flesh!

The entire battlefield was like a purgatory.

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Both sides had completely entered a state of "exchanging lives for lives."

Explosions, roars, angry shouts, wails… all intertwined together.

Under Yang Yi's coordination, rear support never ceased, as batch after batch of Fifth-order Beings flooded into the battlefield to fill the gaps in the Formations.

The front line advanced inch by inch. Victory seemed within reach.

However, just as success was imminent, an unexpected turn occurred!

A Black Armored Beetle Race member in the Qi Refining Realm suddenly charged into the Formation, its aura expanding frantically.

"Boom!!!"

The opponent actually self-detonated!

Terrifying energy instantly exploded! A Qi Refining Believer didn't even have time to react before being torn to shreds, along with tens of thousands of Fifth-order Beings annihilated in an instant!

Before anyone could react, a second, a third, a fourth…

More and more Black Armored Beetle Race members began to frantically charge the Formations!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

The explosions merged into one!

A total of fifteen square arrays of the Ten Halls of Yama Formation were breached at the same time!

Formation runes cracked, Yin Qi dissipated, and the defensive line collapsed instantly!

Outside the light screen, Yang Fan's face suddenly darkened; in that instant, a full four to five hundred million of his Believers were killed!

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Inside the light screen, Yang San's face changed drastically, his voice hoarse to the extreme: "Retreat!!!"

The command spread across the battlefield like thunder.

However, the retreat was even more tragic than the offensive.

The Black Armored Beetle Race had gone completely mad; they no longer cared about Formations or tactics, with only one thought remaining: mutual destruction!

The beetle swarm was like a black torrent, specifically charging toward areas where the Human Race was densely packed.

One beetle's self-detonation often took away dozens, or even hundreds, of Believers of the same level!

Fear began to spread across the battlefield.

"Marshal, save me!!!"

"Oh God!!!"

"I don't want to die—!!"

Desperate cries rose one after another; some had half their bodies blown away but were still crawling on the ground; some wailed while holding the remains of their companions; some struggled and suffocated in the poisonous mist…

The shadow of death loomed over every Believer.

Finally, the army forcibly withdrew several hundred kilometers.

Yang San made a prompt decision to break up the whole into parts!

From "hundred-million-level square arrays," they were split into "million-level combat teams."

The Locking Heaven Array and Black Tortoise Life-Extinguishing Array were spread out layer by layer, with defense and counterattacks running in parallel, finally stabilizing the situation and reducing losses.

This battle in the Alien God-Kingdom lasted for less than twenty days, but it was tragic to the extreme.

Ultimately, the Black Armored Beetle Race was completely wiped out, but the price was equally heavy.

Five thousand Foundation Establishment died in battle, ten million Qi Refining died in battle, and nearly eight hundred million Fifth-order Beings were killed!

The light screen slowly dissipated, and Yang Fan stood there, his knuckles slowly tightening.

With such a massive loss, Yang Fan's heart was bleeding.

He wasn't too heartbroken over the deaths of those Fifth-order Beings; with the current Cultivate environment of the God-Kingdom and the assistance of the F-Rank Evolution Pod, they could always recover after a period of peaceful development.

But the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Believers were the true Foundation of the God-Kingdom!

In a single Divine Kingdom War, the high-level combat power had actually evaporated by nearly ten percent.

Yang Fan slowly walked up to Yang San.

"Bang—!" With a kick, Yang San was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

"War-type high-level intelligent life?" Yang Fan's voice was low, carrying uncontrollable rage. "Don't you have many clever ideas?"

"A thing that's an expert at civil war but an amateur at foreign war!"

"Where are my troops? With the losses of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment like this, and the resources invested in this war—is it worth it?"

"Commanding an army of 1.5 billion, with an infinite supply of troops and resources, you must feel very majestic as a marshal, don't you?"

"Then tell me, why was the victory so tragic?!"

As his voice fell, he kicked out again.

Once, twice, three times; with every sentence Yang Fan spoke, he delivered a kick.

Even though it was just a consciousness body, the pain was incredibly real; Yang San rolled repeatedly from the kicks, his body even faintly becoming more translucent, yet he remained silent throughout, not dodging in the slightest.

The investment in this Divine Kingdom War was unprecedented, and the losses were equally tragic.

With such a heavy blow, even with the current heritage of the God-Kingdom, it would take at least a thousand years to fully recover.

At this moment, Yang Da stepped forward and said, "Master, this matter cannot be entirely blamed on Yang San."

"The other side cultivated a Beetle Race Self-Detonation Secret Technique; this variable was indeed unexpected."

"Self-Detonation Secret Technique?" Yang Fan frowned slightly.

Yang Da nodded and slowly explained, "This method is similar to some extreme Cultivation Techniques of the Human Race. After the Beetle Race Cultivates this method, they can forcibly compress all the energy in their body into a single point and detonate it instantly, releasing destructive power far exceeding their own Realm. It is a technique for mutual destruction."

"But the price is equally enormous. Once cultivated, the Believers will completely lose their reproductive ability, and their cultivation will not be able to progress any further."

"Therefore, this type of secret technique is usually only used to train a very small number of 'Death Squads'."

Speaking to this point, Yang Da's tone sank slightly: "But this Black Armored Beetle Race demigod was even more ruthless. After confirming he could not repel our army, he directly had his core Believers Cultivate this technique on a large scale, sacrificing the future of his God-Kingdom to trade for one final strike. All just to heavily damage our army and vent his hatred."

The scene fell silent; such a method was almost equivalent to destroying one's own Foundation.

A normal god would simply not make such a choice.

This time, Yang San had indeed run into a complete lunatic.

Yang Fan slowly let out a breath, suppressing his anger.

Seeing this, Yang Da turned to Yang Yi and the others, his tone returning to calm and majesty: "In the short term, the God-Kingdom will stop all external conquests and focus on recovery and development."

"Yang San."

"Your subordinate is here." Yang San immediately knelt upright.

"You are responsible for training the troops. Although the Ten Palaces Yama Array is strong, it leans toward offense and lacks defense; this battle has already exposed that quite clearly. Later, I will load a new C-rank Array for you; comprehend it well and make up for the shortcomings."

"Yes, My Lord!" Yang San nodded heavily. Then he turned to Yang Fan again and kowtowed deeply: "Master, the failure of this battle lies entirely with me. In the future, I will definitely reorganize the military Formations and make up for the losses!"

After speaking, he withdrew with his head lowered, his back clearly carrying a sense of heaviness.

"Yang Er."

"Your subordinate is here."

"Take two billion Otherworld Harvesters and return to the Black Armored Beetle Race God-Kingdom immediately. All usable assets—buildings, Spirit Plants, mineral veins, and remaining resources—are to be recycled without exception."

"Although the opponent's God-Kingdom is severely damaged, it still has a lot of heritage; at least several hundred million divinity points can still be recovered."

"Your subordinate obeys the command!"

"Yang Yi."

"Here."

"You are responsible for basic resource allocation. For the families of the Believers who died in battle, give commendations where they are due and compensation where it is due; do not be stingy with resources like Medicinal Pills. Additionally, screen a new batch of Believers to prepare for entry into the F-Rank Evolution Pod; do not let them sit idle."

"Currently, the gap in Fifth-order combat power is huge and must be filled as soon as possible."

"Yes, your subordinate understands!"