Chapter 8: One Man Blocks the Way, Myriad Clans Halt (Seeking Subscriptions)_2

"The Space-Time Path... it's there."

The Prison Tribe powerhouse felt for a moment, confirmed the location of the Space-Time Path, and shot straight into the sky, flying towards a certain direction.

On the super-large battlefield, the suppression of space-time is heavy; even Level Eleven Perfect of the Fifth Realm cannot rely on their own strength to achieve Spatial Transposition.

Thus, the only method to reach the Space-Time Path is by flying.

...

Atop another hill.

A massive Brood Nest descended.

"This border region..."

The Brood Nest belonged to the Insect Race; she observed her surroundings and quickly started mobilizing Insect Race Warriors.

Within her Brood Nest, numerous Insect Race Warriors had already been bred; in less than a moment, tens of thousands of Level Eleven Insect Race Warriors appeared, swarming around the Brood Nest.