Reincarnated as a Mosquito, I Sucked the Reborn Empress to Tears

As time went on, the Human Race’s advantage grew more and more pronounced.

Faced with Chu Sheng’s insect swarm tactics, which were practically a cheat, the Alien Race’s much-vaunted numerical superiority was rendered meaningless.

An hour later, the army of the Human Race had actually forced the Alien Race all the way back from the fifth defensive line to the ruins of the first!

Victory seemed to be within reach!

But…

However!

Just when everyone thought this brutal war was about to end in a victory for the Human Race…

Suddenly.

A terrifying pressure, impossible to describe in words, descended without warning.

That pressure wasn’t like a mountain, nor was it like the sea. It was more like the entire sky had just caved in.

In that instant, the entire battlefield fell silent. Both the fighting humans and the retreating aliens stopped all movement.

Every living being felt as if their soul was being clenched by a giant, invisible hand, even their thoughts becoming sluggish.

Then, in the pitch-black night sky behind the ruins of the first defensive line, a figure slowly emerged.

It was an alien nearly six meters tall, its entire body covered in dark purple scales, with a pair of savage, bony wings sprouting from its back.

It just floated there silently in the air, emitting no Energy fluctuations, but its very existence seemed to be the center of the world, the monarch of all things.

The moment it appeared.

THUD! THUD!

In the sky, every creature still in flight—whether they were powerful humans, the Insect Beast army, or even the Alien Race’s flying units—all seemed like kites with their strings cut. They lost all ability to fly and rained down from the sky.

Even Chu Sheng’s [Boundless Wings] felt as if they were being crushed by an invisible mountain. His wings grew heavy as iron, completely unable to beat even an inch.

An Emperor-level alien!

The Purple Nether Demon Lord!

It had finally appeared!

“SKREEE—!!”

On the ground, all the surviving members of the Alien Race prostrated themselves the moment they saw the Purple Nether Demon Lord appear, letting out roars of utmost reverence and fanaticism.

As for the Human Race, the faces of every single person were filled with irrepressible fear and despair.

Even someone as strong as Li Zhantian felt his blood run cold the moment he sensed that pressure!

He couldn’t even bring himself to look the Purple Nether Demon Lord in the eye!

He had a strong premonition that if he dared to charge forward, the other party wouldn’t even need to act. A single glance would be enough to completely obliterate him!

’Is this the power of an Emperor-level alien?’

’It’s… simply impossible to fight!’

In an instant, the Human Race lost its fire.

The flame of hope that had just been kindled was, in that moment, doused with a basin of ice water, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.

’Are we really going to fail when victory is so close?’

In the air, the Purple Nether Demon Lord’s icy eyes slowly swept across the battlefield below, filled with the indifference one would show to ants.

Suddenly, its gaze froze.

Its head snapped around to look behind it at an extremely bizarre angle.

’Within my Power, there’s another being that can ignore my pressure and remain in flight!’

’Who is it?’

Not far behind it, in the air, a weathered man in a faded blue-green robe, with a scar on his left cheek, was strolling through the void step by step, a wine gourd in hand.

That was…

Feng Wuji!

The Eighth Great Emperor of Great Xia!

…

’A Great Emperor of the Human Race?’

’Someone from the Emperor Realm has appeared on our side, too?’

On the ground, every human warrior felt a jolt in their hearts!

Many of them—in fact, likely over 99%—had never once seen an Emperor Realm expert in their entire lives!

Heads that had been bowed under the pressure of the Purple Nether Demon Lord’s aura lifted one by one!

They saw Feng Wuji slowly fly into the air to face the Purple Nether Demon Lord from a distance, his expression calm.

He glanced at the Purple Nether Demon Lord’s ugly and ferocious appearance and curled his lip.

“Ugly thing, took you long enough to show yourself.”

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!”

With that, he tilted his head back, drained the last mouthful of wine from his gourd, and then casually tossed the empty container toward the Purple Nether Demon Lord.

The wine gourd flew slowly, appearing light and devoid of any force.

The Purple Nether Demon Lord stood its ground, not even bothering to dodge, its eyes filled with disdain.

However, the instant the wine gourd came within a hundred meters of it, it exploded in mid-air with a BANG.

And in the instant the wine gourd shattered, an invisible domain suddenly unfurled, with the point of explosion at its center!

A flicker of change finally appeared on the Purple Nether Demon Lord’s ugly face.

The next second, its body, along with Feng Wuji’s, vanished on the spot as if they had been forcefully dragged away by a giant, invisible hand.

The terrifying pressure in the air also dissipated, vanishing without a trace.

’Where did they go?’

On the battlefield, both the Human Race and the Alien Race were stunned.

But after only a second of hesitation, everyone snapped back to reality.

KILL!!!

The slaughter resumed!

The great war began anew.

However, at that moment, no one noticed that at the exact instant Feng Wuji and the Purple Nether Demon Lord disappeared, a tiny, inconspicuous mosquito on the ground had also vanished along with them.

…

The battle raged for the entire night.

When the eastern sky turned the color of a fish’s belly and the first rays of dawn illuminated the ravaged land, the Human Race had finally succeeded in retaking the first defensive line.

With the arrival of more reinforcements, the Alien Race’s defeat was sealed.

They were pinned down on the ice field beneath the Demon Eye. Of their original army of hundreds of thousands, less than ten thousand battered soldiers remained.

Among the remnants of the Alien Race, an alien at the Peak of Monarch Level looked up at the sky and let out a roar of indignation:

“Valarisu, sisige?”

His cry asked why Lord Purple Nether Demon Lord had not yet appeared.

It was no use.

In the end, under the encirclement of the Human Race’s army, it had no choice but to issue the order to retreat.

In the sky, the Demon Eye opened once more, and the remaining members of the Alien Race began to flee in disarray.

This battle had finally ended in a victory for the Human Race.

The Northern Domain was safe!

“We won! We won!”

On the shattered walls of the first defensive line, countless human warriors let out thunderous cheers.

But many other warriors, their eyes red with bloodlust, were not satisfied.

“Kill them! Don’t let them escape! Every one we kill is one less to worry about!”

Li Zhantian, Tie Mulan, Man Gu, and the others led their troops in pursuit, chasing the enemy all the way to the Demon Eye—the entrance to the space channel.

But.

Looking at the dark, twisted entrance filled with turbulent space, they stopped in their tracks.

Even the War God Li Zhantian, even the reckless Man Gu, even the heroine Tie Mulan, felt an instinctual fear at that moment.

They did not dare to advance any further.

’It’s hard to imagine…’

’…how that mosquito had the courage to enter such a dangerous gateway back then.’

’More importantly, how did he have the courage to face an unknown alien world?’

…

「At that moment, within an unknown, independent space.」

This was the domain of an Emperor Realm expert—a self-contained space.

It was a wasteland. At the center of the wasteland stood a single, dilapidated tavern.

The wasteland was surrounded by a thick, purple-black fog. The fog seemed alive, constantly writhing and encroaching upon the tavern.

At the tavern’s entrance, Feng Wuji was leaning against the doorframe, his gaze calm as he looked at the air before him.

There, the Purple Nether Demon Lord was hovering, radiating an aura of pure rage.

“Heh, I already told you.”

“My tavern only welcomes handsome people inside.”

“An ugly freak like you isn’t worthy!”

After speaking, Feng Wuji snorted coldly, and the encroaching purple-black fog was instantly forced back several miles.

And just as he was in a standoff with the Purple Nether Demon Lord, on the roof of the tavern, beneath a black roof tile, a tiny, almost imperceptible black dot twitched.

BZZZ, BZZZ!