The most formidable ground creature coalition on Pandora, utterly annihilated by the lowest-tier soldiers of the Zerg Swarm! Such a stark contrast inevitably evoked a sigh of deep regret and heartbreak in anyone who witnessed it.

However, Fang Senyan had no time for lamentation. He immediately commanded the Zerg Hydralisks to tear off the heads of Qierouke’e and the rank-seven Legendary Death God Beast before ordering them to continue the search! "Be mindful of any unusual activity!"

It wasn't until the two-hour return countdown began that Fang Senyan raised the comm-locator in his hand, signaling Mogen Sha and Jiao Shi, who had already returned to the Nightmare Space, to teleport over. Fang Senyan was exceptionally cautious now, especially after the unexpected passage collapse incident they had just survived. This extreme caution meant that not only Qierouke’e suffered the fate of having his head gnawed off after death, but his mount shared the same grim destiny!

With a flash of light, Mogen Sha and Jiao Shi, who had been standing by in readiness, materialized. Since they held the system for focused point-to-point positioning activated by GD points, they didn't return directly to the Nightmare Space but waited in the parallel dimension where world gains and evaluations were calculated. Time flowed much faster there; three days for them felt like mere minutes.

After meeting up, there was no time for pleasantries. Their coordination was seamless; a shared nod was enough, and they slipped into the secret tunnel carved out by the Zerg Drone Bees. The tunnel, violently corroded by the Zerg's acid, possessed a bizarre appearance. Fresh striations marked the walls, resembling the growth rings of a tree.

The bottom of the passage was quite damp, filled with a pungent, acrid scent of acid that was slightly choking. The deeper they descended, the wetter it became, until water droplets began to seep from the surrounding rock walls.

Only a monotonous, mechanical drip, drip sound echoed from some unseen source. In such an environment, this sound immediately conjured not images of dripping water, but the imagined sound of blood falling from a severed neck.

Although the secret tunnel carved by the Drones was winding to avoid harder sections, the journey wasn't overly long for Fang Senyan and his team. Less than a minute later, they reached the end and stepped onto the damp earth of the lower level.

The extreme humidity here was unsurprising. Even active volcanoes that erupted once every few centuries or millennia could form crater lakes; this place was clearly a dormant one. It was likely that rainwater falling onto the Windstone Highlands simply collected and filtered down through the surface cracks.

The area where Fang Senyan and his companions stood resembled a depressed marsh, punctuated by towering stone pillars, some eighteen or nineteen meters high, seemingly supporting the ceiling slab above. These pillars were thickly encircled by coarse vines, gripping them like tentacles, spreading across the vast expanse of the upper surface. Fang Senyan observed the ceiling closely, seeming to spot something, yet he kept silent.

Once inside the underground cavern, the terrain became incredibly complex. The only paths were those freshly trodden by the Hydralisks. There were no handrails along the sides, and the path itself was barely half a foot wide, demanding extreme caution. In the lower depressions, the sound of sewage and mud being squeezed—crunch, crunch—could be heard underfoot. Cold winds gusted intermittently, lending the atmosphere a chilling bleakness.

The group continued forward, led by the Hydralisks. After traversing a hundred meters, they noticed massive black shadows growing in the marsh ahead. Upon closer inspection, these resembled familiar seaweeds and other flora found in the ocean: broad, textured leaves sprawling and weaving across the ground. One could even vaguely make out thick, pale, fleshy aerial roots intertwined beneath the mud.

In certain denser patches, their leaves overlapped to form expanses as wide as banana leaves. The ambient light was already dim, and seeing these large, bizarre plants snaking across the shadows made them resemble malevolent monsters crawling on the ground, adding an overwhelming sense of gloom and mystery.

Fang Senyan suddenly understood why the Mosak tribe didn't fear drought; with this immense, humid underground space, securing water must have been trivial. However, it seemed food remained a critical, persistent problem—otherwise, it might not have led to the internal strife and subsequent collapse of the tribe's analysis.

Even though the tireless scouting of the Hydralisks had provided a general layout of the area below, the reality always differed significantly from mental projections.

After all, the pyramid constructed by the Mosak tribe was itself a colossal structure, measuring over a hundred meters in length, width, and height, yet it acted as merely a cap covering this exit. The sheer scale of the underground space was staggering. Even with the Hydralisks leading the way, it took over ten minutes of arduous travel to approach the core area.

The deeper they penetrated this underground cavity, the more the path began to slope downward. If the entrance was near the rim of the volcano, they were now approaching the most sunken depression of the crater. Shining a light upward, the ceiling slab seemed to be at least two to three hundred meters high, though it appeared to be completely covered in those tentacle-like, dark green plants.

The further they moved into the depths of this subterranean world, the more apparent it became that this was not an untouched, pristine environment, but one clearly developed by a highly intelligent race. Traces of artificial construction were everywhere: decaying, shattered columns and fragments of exquisite sculptures. The carvings depicted ferocious aquatic beasts seemingly engaged in worship, alongside numerous automaton slaves hauling materials.

Suddenly, a vast expanse of darkness appeared ahead—imposing, deep, and hauntingly desolate, as if coldly observing this gray world of the weak preyed upon by the strong, where survival was a constant struggle. Faintly, the roar of ocean tides echoed in their ears.

Fang Senyan focused his gaze intently and immediately perceived something of immense, solemn presence lurking there, resembling a towering mountain range, inspiring awe.

As they approached, the dark mass resolved itself into a mound-like shape, standing perhaps fifty to sixty meters tall, occupying at least half the area of the enormous subterranean pit. For some inexplicable reason, the moment Fang Senyan saw the colossal entity, he felt dizzy, hit by an overwhelming wave of ferocious evil and a strong, briny scent of the sea that nearly made him stumble.

Gazing at the profound darkness ahead, Fang Senyan’s heart clenched! Based purely on its sheer size, the number of Hydralisks this thing could flatten with a single movement surely numbered in the hundreds! A direct confrontation against a sea of Zerg might turn into a protracted war! If another massive beast of this caliber emerged here, the Golden Side Quest would undoubtedly be forfeit.

Fortunately, Fang Senyan’s perception was acute. He soon sensed that while the colossal shadow retained its majesty, it lacked any vibrant life force. It was the difference between the magnificent mausoleum of a dynasty and the high-rise complexes of a bustling city—it had clearly been dead for a very long time. Yet, he immediately considered: if a creature dead this long still possessed such imposing presence, what would it have been like when alive?

Soon, a sharp, pungent odor drifted from ahead—a smell Fang Senyan and Jiao Shi were intimately familiar with, as it was the stench emitted by deceased Hydralisks. Since there were no Zerg creepers here to dissolve the bodies, the corpses were piled densely together, creating a scene of shocking carnage and grim spectacle.

At this moment, MD produced something resembling a signal flare and fired it towards the sky. A brilliant shaft of light ascended, clearly some form of illumination round. The light hovered around a hundred meters up, functioning like a suspended bulb, casting light equivalent to an overcast day, though it couldn't illuminate every detail nearby.

Instantly, Fang Senyan gasped. He finally saw the outline of the massive dark shape. It was an impossibly huge, gigantic spiral shell!

This colossal shell stood like a mountain ridge. On its surface, there were eye-like textures growing vertically, spiraling along the curve of the shell, giving the impression that countless monstrous eyes were coldly watching them.

However, this giant shell had clearly been dead for ages; its organic matter must have long since rotted away, leaving only the immense, hollow shell propped vertically on the ground. A significant portion of the wreckage was likely still buried beneath the soil.

Directly in front of this giant shell lay the battlefield where the incredibly brutal confrontation had taken place!

The most powerful ground hunters of the Na’vi clan, facing the lowest-tier Zerg soldiers—the former radiating terrifying might, seemingly ready to engulf the heavens and earth, the latter fighting fearlessly and pressing forward relentlessly, until the hunters were finally exhausted and completely slain... What a horrific battle that must have been!

Yet, Fang Senyan could spare no thought for such reflections now; his gaze fixed immediately on the snarling, exposed head of Chieftain Qierouke’e.