165: Chapter 165 Critical Situation! The Zerg Queen Keeps Swarming In

Aria, having unleashed her talent skill, did not stop. She stepped forward with her sword, following its movement as her entire being transformed into a streak of silver light, aiming straight for Julia!

Striking while the iron was hot—finishing her off while she was down!

Julia's soul nearly left her body in terror. she desperately circulated the psionic energy within her body to dodge, but her energy cycle had just been disrupted, and she had been struck by the falling stars.

At this moment, she couldn't muster any speed at all and could only watch helplessly as that silver streak of light drew closer and closer—

"Clang—!!!"

A deafening boom rang out.

A massive spiked club cut through the air, forcefully parrying Aria's sword.

Anserwe stood in front of Julia.

She held the spiked club with both hands. The shaft was as thick as an adult's arm, pitch-black, and covered in sharp barbs. Each barb flickered with ghostly green energy flames. The material was unknown, but for it to be used as a weapon by a Peak Fifth Tier queen, it was certainly no ordinary item.

At this moment, the edge of the Divine Sword Wangshu hacked into the spiked club, carving a deep crack and sending fragments flying, but ultimately... it held.

Anserwe breathed a sigh of relief.

This spiked club was a trophy she had seized years ago after killing a high-ranking warrior of the Blazing Sun Civilization. It was forged from an unknown substance and possessed incredible hardness. She had kept it in her collection, never expecting it to come in handy today.

"Julia, fall back! Support me from a distance!"

Anserwe barked the order, simultaneously exerting force with both arms. The spiked club jolted violently, forcing Aria back half a step.

Julia felt as if she had been granted a reprieve and retreated frantically, not daring to stop until she was over a hundred meters away. She gasped for air, her gaze toward Aria now filled with deep wariness.

No, it wasn't just wariness.

There was also a hint of... fear.

Aria did not pursue.

She simply stood there quietly, holding her sword. Moonlight flowed around her, making her appear like a true Moon Goddess descended to the mortal realm.

Anserwe took a deep breath, gripped her spiked club tightly, and took the initiative to attack!

She couldn't wait.

Aria's sword was too sharp; entering the opponent's attack rhythm would only put her on the defensive. Only by engaging in close-quarters combat and using the spiked club to limit the sword's effectiveness could she have a chance of winning.

The spiked club swung like the wind, bringing with it a sky full of ghostly green shadows that enshrouded Aria!

Aria swung her sword to meet the attack.

Her swordsmanship was exquisite, like dancing pear blossoms; her movements were fluid, like falling snow.

This was a sword technique inherited from the memories of the Goddess of the Moon. Every strike was perfectly timed, and every form aligned with the Heavenly Dao. Despite being a Fourth Tier fighting a Peak Fifth Tier, and despite being at an absolute disadvantage in strength, speed, and energy, Aria managed to fight Anserwe to a standstill using this swordsmanship.

No, it wasn't a standstill.

It was suppression.

Anserwe was struggling, looking quite disheveled. Every time she swung her club, Aria's sword would always accurately pierce the weakest point of the club's momentum, rendering her attacks futile. She tried to close the distance and use the weight of the spiked club to overpower Aria, but Aria's footwork was eerie and unpredictable. Each step perfectly avoided her edge while positioning Aria in the most advantageous attacking spot.

Even more terrifying was that sword.

The sharpness of the Divine Sword Wangshu was beyond imagination. Every time the sword and club clashed, a deep sword mark would appear on the spiked club, with fragments flying. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before this weapon, which had accompanied her for centuries, was completely severed!

Anserwe was horrified.

What kind of sword is this?!

She didn't know that the Divine Sword Wangshu was no ordinary weapon. It was the natal divine weapon of the Great Yin Diviner, condensed from pure moonlight and stellar power, with a sliver of the Lunar Lord's origin power sealed within its blade. Its sharpness did not come from its material, but from laws, and even more so, from destiny.

Wherever the sword pointed was the direction of victory; beneath its blade, no law was unbreakable.

But Julia, having escaped danger, did not remain idle.

She feared the sword's edge and didn't dare get close again, but she was a Fifth Tier Queen after all, and she still possessed long-range support capabilities.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the energy chaos within her, and began to condense psionic energy.

Beams of ghostly green energy shot from her fingertips, not to attack Aria, but to... assist Anserwe.

Some beams attached to Anserwe's spiked club, enhancing its power; some beams transformed into shields, blocking in front of Anserwe to help her withstand Aria's sword qi; other beams turned into invisible ropes, attempting to interfere with Aria's movement.

The two Zerg Queens, one close and one far, coordinated with remarkable precision.

Anserwe focused on the offense while Julia provided support. Their cooperation was seamless, fully demonstrating the combat experience of Fifth Tier Queens.

For a moment, Aria, a Fourth Tier, actually fell into a stalemate against the combined assault of two Fifth Tier Queens.

Her swordsmanship was still exquisite and her moonlight was still powerful, but facing the joint siege of two Fifth Tiers, she ultimately found it difficult to achieve a quick victory.

With every sword strike, she had to simultaneously deal with Anserwe's spiked club and Julia's psionic interference. With every dodge, she had to calculate two different attack trajectories.

But she did not retreat.

She couldn't retreat.

Because she knew that behind her was the base, her comrades who were still fighting hard, and... Li Yuan.

...

Meanwhile, outside the base.

"Boom—!!!"

Another ghostly green main cannon beam descended from the sky, slamming heavily into the base's shield.

The pale blue energy barrier trembled violently, and a large area of spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface, but it still managed to hold.

1 vs 12, yet there were no signs of energy depletion or an imminent breach.

This was already the countless-th bombardment.

However, that was the extent of it. Under the bombardment of 12 leviathan motherships, the xihe-class shield could only prevent the base from being destroyed by the ship cannons. The energy fluctuations still gave the queens an opportunity.

Since Anserwe entered the base, the remaining nearly thirty thousand queens had not been idle. With the coordination of the leviathan motherships, they continued to launch fierce attacks on the base shield.

The tactic was simple: use the Leviathan main cannons to strike the shield, causing it to fluctuate, then the queens would coordinate their attacks at the weak points to punch a small crack, and then a group of queens would squeeze in before the crack could heal.

The other queens were far weaker than Anserwe, and the cracks they created were also very small, only allowing a dozen or so queens to pass through each time. But many drops make an ocean; since Anserwe entered, nearly two hundred queens had successfully infiltrated the shield.

And outside, nearly thirty thousand queens were still waiting for an opportunity.

With every main cannon strike, a gap would open in the shield. Every time a gap opened, a dozen or so queens would desperately squeeze inside.

Chen Jingyi stood in the command room, her fingers tapping rapidly on the console, her expression terrifyingly grim.

The shield's energy reserves were still ample, and the energy output from the neutron star matter was enough to sustain this war of attrition for countless years. But the problem was—the shield's self-repair speed could not keep up with the firing frequency of the Leviathan main cannons.

Twelve Leviathans took turns firing, and each round of bombardment could tear a crack in the shield. Although the cracks were small and would heal after a few seconds, that few-second time window was enough for a batch of queens to slip in.

If left unchecked, it wouldn't be long before the number of queens inside the base exceeded a thousand!

And in the base, there were only a little over fifteen hundred Trial Trainees.