The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Even if it's just a consumable item with a superficial appearance, it's still genuine King-level power!

The mocking voices of the dozens of king-level monsters opposite them had completely disappeared.

Looking at the densely packed army of king-level monsters that almost filled the entire sky, they felt a chill run down their spines and a cold sensation rush to their heads.

What the hell kind of power is this?!

Mass-produced king-level?!

Even if they can only survive for a short time, even if they don't have control over the power, this force is enough to drown them alive.

The Weaver Queen hovered at the forefront of the million-strong army.

Her broken body looked eerie and alluring against the backdrop of blood red.

If she wanted, she could raise an army capable of sweeping across the world at any time.

She looked at the Eagle Master opposite her, whose face had become extremely ugly, and slightly raised her hand, gently pointing forward with her index finger.

"Now."

"You can all go to hell now."

"Go, kill them all."

Light, airy words escaped from the exquisite lips of the Weaver Queen.

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire crimson flesh nest exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited.

"roar--!!"

Those mutated monsters that had just struggled out of the tumor shook off the sticky blood on their bodies, raised their twisted and deformed heads, and let out a roar that shattered the sky.

Without any probing, millions of monsters exuding the aura of king-level life force, like a pack of mad dogs smelling blood, trampled over each other and pounced on the dozens of Netherworld King-level powerhouses in mid-air.

Their enormous bodies blotted out the sky, and scarlet spider silk wove together beneath their feet, forming springboards for their advance.

The opposing team was thrown into complete chaos.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

A king-level monster covered in bone spurs roared, and although a huge bone blade materialized in its hand, its body instinctively shrank back.

Even ancient monsters who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years have never seen such a scene.

That's a King-level weapon!

In the Netherworld, any king-level being could dominate a region, but now they are being mass-produced like dumplings.

What's worse is that these monsters don't care about defense at all.

The three-headed, spider-like mutant directly withstood the barrage of energy and crashed into the defensive perimeter of a Netherworld Heaven expert.

The sound of claws tearing flesh was teeth-grinding. The powerful man didn't even have time to cry for help before he was tightly bound by more than a dozen limbs and dragged toward the flesh nest below.

"Get out of here!"

The man frantically channeled his primal power, attempting to blast these beasts apart.

But it was no use. Those mutants didn't feel pain at all. Even though half of his body was blown apart, the remaining half still clung to him tightly.

If you get ganged up on, you really will die here.

This realization exploded in the minds of all the Netherworld King-level powerhouses.

They were afraid, and even considered giving up.

"What's the panic!"

A loud shout drowned out the sounds of fighting throughout the arena.

Eagle Master's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Queen Weaver of Fate, who was hiding behind the beast tide. The muscles on his face twitched with rage.

He knew very well that if he backed out now, he would never be able to get his hands on that treasure that could reverse the rules again.

Absolutely no refunds!

"They're nothing but a bunch of brainless beasts, born out of weeds. They don't even have any authority, just sheer power. What's there to be afraid of!"

Eagle Master turned around and roared at his men, who were already in retreat, "Hold them off! Stop them! I'll personally take care of that madwoman!"

"Once the Weaver of Fate dies, this monster, sustained by her very essence, will naturally collapse and disappear!"

Hearing this, the monsters of the Netherworld were unwilling, but they could only grit their teeth and endure it.

The Eagle Division's intimidating presence is undeniable; anyone who dares to flee at this moment will be the first to be torn to shreds.

"You think hiding behind a bunch of beasts will stop me?"

The Eagle Master's gaze pierced through the layers of mutated monsters and locked onto the Fate Weaver Queen.

He refused to believe that a quasi-king who forcibly raised his realm by burning his own essence could withstand the true power of his two Nirvanas.

"die!"

With a roar, the eagle master unfurled his broad, dark golden wings and swung them forcefully.

boom!

The surrounding space instantly distorted, and countless dark blue wind blades appeared out of thin air.

These wind blades are unlike ordinary elemental attacks; each one contains the ultimate cutting rules, carrying a world-destroying sense of oppression as they sweep forward in an overwhelming manner.

Wherever the wind blades passed, those thick-skinned, king-level mutated monsters were instantly cleaved in two.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror. No blood splattered; even the flesh around the wound was instantly shredded by the gale.

One head, ten heads, thirty heads.

The once arrogant horde of mutated monsters was plowed out by this devastating attack, creating a vacuum zone hundreds of meters wide.

Severed limbs and broken arms rained down on the red spider web below.

This is the strength of a super-strong individual who has undergone two rebirths. Faced with absolute power, the advantage of numbers is greatly diminished.

Eagle Master flashed and headed straight for the Weaver of Fate through the cleared passage.

His claws were already extended, wreathed in deadly cutting power; once he grasped the woman's neck, it would all be over.

However, faced with this terrifying attack that was enough to instantly kill an ordinary king-level being, the Weaver of Fate, suspended in mid-air, didn't even blink.

She looked at the severed remains scattered on the ground, and then at the rapidly approaching Eagle Master, her beautiful face showing no surprise whatsoever.

After all, it's a monster that has undergone two rebirths, so it's normal for it to have this kind of destructive power.

If they can't even handle these few defective products, then that would be truly disappointing.

But do you really think you can kill her with just that little skill?

"Come on, I'll be waiting for you right here."

The Empress of Fate curled her lips into a cold, contemptuous smile.

A bewitching red light flashed in her originally clear eyes.

She was perfectly clear-headed; it would be unwise to fight a monster that had been reborn twice.

Her strength has never been in one-on-one situations.

Just as the Eagle Master's talons were about to touch her throat, the Weaver of Fate's body suddenly fell backward.

Without dodging or retaliating, she simply opened her arms and let herself fall into the churning crimson nest of flesh below.

"Trying to run?!" Eagle Master roared, his body suddenly accelerating as he charged down.

But he was fast, and the meat nest reacted even faster.

Just as the Weaver Queen retreated into the depths of the spider web, the countless red tumors around her suddenly exploded all at once.

Another batch.

The monster that had just been killed reformed its body in the meat nest, roaring as it surged out and blocked the Eagle Master's path with its flesh.

"Get out of my way!"

The eagle master flapped its wings wildly, unleashing a burst of dark blue wind blades that shredded the monsters in its path into a bloody pulp.

But as soon as he killed one, two more hatched from the meat nest beneath his feet.

The broken corpses that had just fallen were instantly dissolved and absorbed upon contact with the red spider silk, turning into new nutrients to give birth to new monsters.

The eagle pilot hovered in mid-air, panting heavily.

His gaze swept across the surroundings, and his once clear vision was now completely filled with countless mutated monsters.

Above, below, in all directions.

They were all beasts exuding the aura of a king-level being.

They have no reason, no fear; all they see is the purest desire to kill.