220: Chapter 220 The Small Sword Formation Forms Like a Net, Slaying Countless Insects

The insect swarm scattered, the dust and smoke yet to settle. The golden light of the Main Peak's shield was still trembling slightly, and the air was thick with the stench of charred debris mixed with corrosive fluids.

Broken insect corpses lay scattered across the ground, with shattered armor plates covering the scorched earth like fallen leaves after a storm.

In the distance, the figure of the black mecha slowly advancing still stood in the center of the battlefield, its drill spinning to kick up the last wisp of blood mist, like an unyielding battle flag.

But Chen Wuwang knew this was far from over.

He stood before the control console, hands resting on the dual-core crystal pillars, his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye flashing with blue light, his vision filled with dense streams of data—

Thermal scans showed that there were still many living bodies squirming in the rock crevices of the eastern valley, and new vibration frequencies were coming from the underground tunnels on the southern slope.

The main force of the insectoids hadn't retreated at all; they had only been temporarily disrupted.

"Xiao Dao." He spoke, his voice not loud, yet it cut directly into the communication channel.

"Understood." The response came crisp and clear.

The next second, a silver-gray figure rushed out from the Main Peak's armory, leaping lightly onto the landing pad.

The mecha's lines were sleek, its wings folded like a falcon; it was the "Swift Falcon"—a light mecha designed specifically for high-speed aerial combat.

Inside the cockpit, Chen Xiaodao's fingers slid rapidly across the control panel, his eyes cold and sharp.

"Ascent sequence initiated, altitude one thousand meters, locking onto the core area of the battlefield."

The engine roared, the tail flame ignited, and the mecha soared into the air instantly, tearing through the low-altitude haze and piercing straight into the clouds.

Those on the ground looked up, seeing only a speck of silver light rising rapidly, as if it were about to pierce the sky.

"It's coming!" someone shouted.

"The Young Lord is making a move!"

The crowd stirred, their palms slick with sweat as they gripped their weapons.

High above, Chen Xiaodao steadied the mecha, took a deep breath, and said, "Twelve Flying Swords, launch."

"Hum—"

Twelve gaps cracked open on the back casing, and one by one, the hovering Flying Swords flew out, arranging themselves into a circular matrix in the air under the guidance of spiritual energy, their tips pointing downward, gleaming with a chilling light.

The surface of each Flying Sword was etched with micro-rune circuits, synchronized in real-time with the mecha's main control System.

"Energy net generating... forty percent... sixty... ninety-five... complete!"

Transparent threads of energy extended between the Flying Swords, interweaving into a massive net of light that slowly descended, like a net covering the sky and earth.

The surviving Flying Locusts below sensed something amiss and flapped their wings in an attempt to escape.

A few Earth-walking Scorpions crawled out from the rock crevices, their mouthparts clicking as they emitted high-frequency hisses, attempting to organize a counterattack.

But it was already too late.

"Chain Slash, first wave." Chen Xiaodao tapped his finger lightly.

The first circle of Flying Swords fired simultaneously, and the Sword Qi poured down like a rainstorm, crashing into the densest area of the insect swarm.

"Splat! Splat!"

The sound of cracking carapaces rose one after another.

A dozen Flying Locusts were pierced through on the spot, their corpses spinning as they fell.

The back armor of the Earth-walking Scorpions was sliced away, their poison glands bursting as they convulsed and rolled into the ravines.

"Second wave, lock onto moving targets."

The second batch of Flying Swords shifted positions, precisely covering the valley exit.

Three underground Soldier Bugs that had just crawled out hadn't even steadied themselves before they were pierced by several bolts of Sword Qi and pinned to the rock wall.

"Third wave, clear out the blind spots."

The third circle of Flying Swords broke away from the array, sweeping across the bushes at the foot of the mountain in a fan shape.

The five small scout bugs hidden within didn't have time to react; their heads were sliced off in unison, and green body fluids splattered everywhere.

"Effective." Chen Wuwang stared at the data panel, the corners of his mouth lifting imperceptibly.

But just then, an abnormal fluctuation appeared on the thermal map—some insectoids began to crawl close to the ground, using the shadows of the rocks to evade targeting.

Several elite individuals even adopted a leaping movement pattern, each time they were in the air for an extremely short duration, making their trajectories almost impossible to capture.

"Want to play tricks?" Chen Xiaodao sneered. "Navigation System, switch to terrain recognition mode, mark all non-standard moving units."

The panel refreshed, and over a dozen red dots popped up, distributed between the northwest ravines and the southeast cliffs.

"Manual micro-control, pick them off one by one."

He moved the joystick with his right hand, and one of the Flying Swords accelerated suddenly, breaking away from the main array like an arrow from a bow, shooting toward a leaping Purple Beetle.

The Sword Qi pierced through its head, and the corpse slammed hard into a mud pit.

On the other side, three Soldier Bugs scurrying along the ground had just rounded a boulder when dark clouds suddenly gathered above them.

The remaining Flying Swords instantly compressed their formation, the sword net shrinking to a hundred-meter radius, its density skyrocketing.

"Slash!"

The Sword Qi no longer poured down in a scattered manner but erupted in a concentrated burst, plowing across the ground like a meat grinder.

Soil flew, and shattered armor scattered everywhere.

More than twenty insectoids were slaughtered simultaneously, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.

"Good!" Cheers erupted from the Main Peak.

"Did you see that? Once that net pressed down, the bugs were all gone!"

"The Young Lord is even more ruthless than Uncle Tiezhu!"

Chen Wuwang remained silent, his gaze sweeping across the edge of the battlefield.

There were still sporadic heat sources flickering there; although sparse, they were still squirming forward.

The insectoids hadn't given up the charge, even knowing it was suicide.

"They are still testing us." He said in a low voice.

In the communication channel, Chen Xiaodao's voice came through:

"I know. They aren't afraid of death, but I won't give them a way out either."

Before the words had even faded, he slammed the master control stick forward: "Sword Array, shrink to fifty meters, maximize kill density. I don't care about total annihilation, I just want to ensure they can't move another step forward!"

The humming sound intensified abruptly.

The twelve Flying Swords drew closer, the energy net becoming solid and tangible, glowing with a deep blue light as it slowly descended.

The insect swarm below seemed to sense the oppressive weight of death and grew collectively restless.

Some of the larger ones began to pile their bodies together, attempting to use a wall of flesh to block the Sword Qi.

More of them accelerated madly, using their last ounce of strength to charge toward the Main Peak's defensive line.

"Come on then." Chen Xiaodao's eyes sharpened. "Let me see if your lives are tougher, or if my sword is faster."

The sword net finally touched the ground.

In an instant, countless bolts of Sword Qi stabbed down like a needle rain, and every inch of the ground trembled.

The insectoids fell in swathes, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Some were cut in half just steps into their charge, while others were pinned in mid-air the moment they leaped.

The entire battlefield turned into a dead zone, with only the flashing of sword light remaining.

A crippled Flying Locust hit the energy net and was instantly shredded into powder.

Another Earth-walking Scorpion lunged toward the Array Core, but before it could get close, it was pierced by three intersecting bolts of Sword Qi and exploded into a cloud of green mist.

Not a single one could break through the blockade of the sword net.

Chen Xiaodao's fingers slid rapidly across the panel, constantly adjusting the angles of the Flying Swords, plugging gaps, pursuing, and suppressing—his movements were fluid and natural.

Beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, and his breathing was slightly ragged, but his eyes remained calm throughout.

"How much longer can you hold out?" Chen Wuwang asked.

"Sixty-eight percent energy remaining, Flying Sword structure is stable. As long as they don't stop, I won't stop." Chen Xiaodao answered crisply.

"Very good."

Chen Wuwang withdrew his gaze, his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye continuing to scan the overall situation.

He knew this was just the beginning.

There must be a higher-level consciousness commanding the insectoids from behind; this almost instinctive charge felt more like some kind of probe.

And the real storm had yet to come.

High above, Chen Xiaodao looked up toward the direction of the Main Peak.

He knew the Family Head was watching.

He also knew he could not afford any slack.

He gripped the joystick tightly again, and the twelve Flying Swords slowly rose, hovering once more directly above the battlefield, tips pointing downward, gleaming with a chilling light.

The sword array was not yet dispelled.

The killing intent had not dissipated.

Below, the remaining insect shadows were still crawling forward, even with only half a body left, even dragging broken limbs, they still refused to stop.

Chen Xiaodao stared at them, his finger resting lightly on the fire button.

The next wave of slashes was ready to fall at any moment.