Though the charge of the mottled bull remained ferocious, every time a shadow passed, a sharp streak of crimson would appear in the air. In the midst of this intense forward thrust, it seemed as if sound itself had vanished, yet it was precisely this silence that made the scene exceptionally tragic and desolate.

It had barely charged fifty meters before blood and flesh were being violently scattered from the massive body of the mottled bull. It was as if a slow-motion replay clearly showed its flesh being torn away, its bones shattered, yet it uttered not a single cry of pain, simply charging headlong, because from the moment it began running toward this position, a single conviction had been force-fed into it: "You must charge forward!"

"You must fight for Eva, the Mother of the Earth!"

Continuous attacks erupted across the mottled bull’s body in wave after wave of bloody rain, drenching the surrounding creatures head to toe. It even gave the impression that the beast was a giant sprinkler truck, using its own blood to water the rocky soil.

This behemoth's huge frame shuddered from the intense pain, and copious amounts of blood sprayed out—not just from the wounds, but also because the rapid sprint accelerated its blood flow! And just as it reached two hundred meters from the insectoid base, two newly hatched Mammoth Behemoths charged at high speed, colliding violently with it in mid-air.

Their sharp, curved fangs cut deeply into its flesh, and following the momentum, they carved two deep, ragged furrows along the bull's hide, nearly slicing its internal organs completely open.

Immediately following this, as the mottled bull hit the ground, the six Stalkers buried beneath simultaneously launched their attack. A piercing shriek of grinding metal echoed through the air. Six menacing, razor-sharp spikes thrust toward the mottled bull in a wave-like assault, shredding it alive into a cloud of flying, bloody fragments!

Yet, with the mottled bull as the arrowhead, the following tide of beasts surged forward, forcibly driving the insectoid defensive line inward in a substantial curve. A Death Stalker, roaring agilely, lunged forward, wrenching several Stalkers from the mud below and flinging them into the air. Before these Stalkers could land, they were focused-fired by Slingers, exploding into a mist of blood across the sky.

Seeing that the insectoid defense line had been slowly compressed to within fifty meters of the main base structure, with massive numbers of frenzied beasts still charging in, the Insectoid Queen, Jani, floated over. She first targeted the Death Stalker charging at the forefront, unleashing her lethal Splitting Spores!

This ability usually delivered a terrifying, instant-kill effect on most creatures, but upon landing on the Death Stalker's body, the potent spores dulled and slid off, leaving behind only a dark stain.

Immunity!

The blessing of Eva, the Mother of the Earth, was clearly not bestowed in vain.

However, the insectoid empress shuddered again and then unleashed a vast, spreading green net that cascaded over several hundred square meters of the beast horde ahead. Although these beasts remained crazed and furious, their movement and attack speeds were drastically reduced.

With this brief respite, another wave of newly hatched Ragers and Mammoth Behemoths surged forward with savage fury. Every cell in their bodies, from head to toe, existed solely for war. They literally shouldered the front lines! That fifty-meter gap felt like mere inches, yet it was an insurmountable gulf! The insectoid structures were within reach, but they could not advance a single step further!

The situation once again reached a stalemate, but this kind of attrition warfare was extremely disadvantageous for Eva, the Mother of the Earth! This was because the Black Thorn tribe was a race naturally tempered and optimized for interstellar warfare. Although restricted by population numbers, given ample Pandora Crystal ore and GQc symbiotic ore, producing a deployable insectoid could take as little as two to three minutes, or ten minutes at most! How long did the animals driven by Eva need to grow and reproduce to reach their current state? One year? Ten? Twenty?

Granted, theoretically, all planetary biological resources (excluding humans) could be deployed as pawns for Eva to suppress the enemy, but the number of creatures Eva could control simultaneously was finite. Moreover, she had to consider the burden placed upon the natural environment!

Thus, the war of attrition concluded after less than ten minutes, with the beast tide retreating quite decisively. Clearly, Eva had realized that the tactical understanding of her opponent far surpassed her own; she likely even sensed that the enemy was feigning weakness to drain her forces.

Faced with this development, Fang Senyan could only let out a regretful sigh: "There won't be anything left for us to do now."

Witnessing the spectacle, the black comrade also sighed. Indeed, in that situation, at that level of warfare, it was almost impossible for them to try and profit by luring a Legendary creature out. The brutal scene was like the vortex of a crazed meat grinder; merely approaching it risked being sucked in by the sheer momentum—the risk was too great!

It was Reef who hesitated slightly. "But shouldn't we stay? In case we can help?"

However, after saying it, he could only offer a wry smile and shake his head. Against a war of this magnitude, the power of the individual was eroded to its limit. The combined strength of Fang Senyan and his two companions could only exert a negligible influence on the battle, and they would risk their lives doing so. The return on investment was simply too low.

Fang Senyan also shook his head upon hearing this. "There's no point in us staying. Since the Mother of the Earth Eva couldn't crush the Black Thorn insectoids today, she certainly won't have a chance tomorrow. The only vulnerability in my plan lies between the moment the two Drone Eggs hatched the insectoid main base lair and the moment the base upgraded to Level Four to construct the Queen's Tower. Once the Queen's Tower appears, and my connection with the Black Thorn tribe is established, this matter will be practically settled... or rather, it will be left to fate."

"Then what do we do now?" The black comrade began cinching his belt, then patted the golden AK resting against his old partner.

Fang Senyan answered without hesitation: "Currently, the ferocious beasts in this vicinity have almost all been mobilized by the Goddess of the Earth Eva, meaning accidental factors from wild life are practically zero. Therefore, we must scout the terrain near the Massac tribe and gather first-hand intelligence. Sharpening the axe does not delay the cutting of wood, although I have eighteen days, I still feel the time is running short!"

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In the dense jungle of Pandora under the cover of night, the atmosphere was filled with illusion and strangeness. Grotesque sights, bizarre insect calls, and scents that were both acrid and sweet—none of these were found or could exist in the primal forests of Earth.

Advancing in such an environment, if it were the trio when they first arrived on Pandora, they would surely have had to wait until dawn to make any plans. But fortunately, they had already gained considerable experience living in the dense jungle, allowing them to proceed slowly, feeling their way forward.

They were now in the primal forest less than five kilometers from the Stone-Bone Highlands. Fang Senyan and his companions first hitched a ride on a Black Thorn host for less than three hundred meters before realizing the action immediately drew merciless attack from the Goddess of the Earth Eva—three Veylons swooped down with bared teeth and claws, forcing Fang Senyan and the others to flee back hastily.

After some discussion, they were forced to use one of the remaining three Host Eggs, then attempt to carry hosts that belonged solely to them. This time, they passed through successfully. It seemed the Mother of the Earth’s assessment concluded that Fang Senyan and his group posed no threat to the ecosystem and nature, thus they were grandly ignored.

According to RDA intelligence, the top of the Stone-Bone Highlands was flat, spanning at least twenty to thirty square kilometers, its shape resembling a gigantic, sawed-off tree stump—magnified millions of times, of course. The vegetation on its surface was similar to alpine meadows, providing extremely wide visibility. Therefore, approaching from the air rashly carried significant risk. Fang Senyan and his team’s plan was to land in the primal forest below beforehand, then ascend quietly on foot.

Based on their estimates, although they were still five or six kilometers from the Highlands, with the fierce creatures in the vicinity likely drawn away by Eva to serve as cannon fodder, they should be able to reach the plateau in just over an hour to observe the Massac, that powerful Na’vi clan, up close.

However, the three of them had already spent a full two hours covering this five or six kilometers. This was because they had encountered intensely fierce resistance! These attacks originated from within the dense jungle and were extremely tricky to deal with. Their attackers were ape-like monkeys possessing extremely high intelligence, yet they were actually riding on Slingers! The two were tightly integrated, suggesting these were likely the wicked sentinels created by the Massac tribe, known for their expertise in training beasts.

These creatures were not recorded in RDA data. They seemed to have heard a fragmented name for them from the Riding Tribe: the Pedami Ghost Monkeys. Fang Senyan suffered the most against these monkeys. In a moment of carelessness, while dodging a Slinger’s venomous needle, his left leg was scraped by a Pedami Ghost Monkey, instantly causing half his body to become paralyzed without reason. He was forced to find a relatively safe, open area to defend and catch his breath.

At this moment, Fang Senyan fought to clear his head and immediately noticed six Pedami Ghost Monkeys encircling him in the surrounding jungle. These natives of the primal jungle were ferocious; even while mounted on Slingers, their height did not exceed 1.4 meters. Their skin was blackened, bearing only two gray stripes on their backs, and they usually did not live past three years.