Killing is more brutal than between humans and between humans and demons.

The jungle is bloodier than ever the battle between intelligent beings.

Under the grass, an unknown insect vibrated its wings, rubbed against a pair of powerful hind legs, or brandished jagged chela.

There was no need to talk, and there was no need to talk, one by one, the little worms found their respective opponents, and they collided with each other fiercely, their hard wings spread, and their crusts raised, swinging desperately.

The strong and powerful hind legs kicked hard, and the small figure bounced high, high above the grass, collided with the unknown insects that also jumped, and dripped under the grass together, surrounding the grass stems, desperately fighting.

The savage fluttering scuffle, the crust of the crust, biting off one of the opponent's long legs, before there was time to change the offensive, the body was instigated by the instigated hard-winged carapace, under the hard-winged carapace, a pair of wings as thin as cicada wings instigated, the small insect instantly accelerated, pounced on the rolling other small insect, like a pair of giant pincers of the mouthparts bitten hard.

The insect struggled and rolled, and the insect with long horns pounced on, and the forked sharp horns violently lifted the small insect with giant jaws away, and the strong and powerful three pairs of legs and feet bent slightly, and the black and shiny body bounced up and pressed down heavily.

A chaotic battle began, with stumps and broken legs flying, vicious heads rolling off the ground with a stubby intestine, hard-winged carapaces peeling off from small insects, and broken clawed pincers falling under grass roots.

Ferocious and abnormal, Wen Chuanting never found that this word could not be more appropriate for a small insect, with a broken leg, a missing hard wing carapace, a broken mouthpiece, a swaying body, crooked and twisted, and still pounced on the other party fiercely.

From the perspective of a bystander, Wen Chuanting stood quietly in place, overlooking the small insects that bloomed brightly below, and in his ears, the noisy frog chirping was still continuous, and the quiet and soothing rhythm was missing, and the flying fireflies were shining brightly, like a sky lantern shining light on the fight on the earth.

At the feet, the scuffling worms rolled back and forth, colliding with another pair of scuffling bugs from time to time, and the fierce collision sometimes caused the two pairs of bugs to separate, exchange opponents, and scuffle together again.

Dense, full of small insects fighting, Wen Chuanting only thinks, only the land under his feet is clean, small insects can not attack there, even the rippling river, there are many small insects fighting, and there are even running into the water to scuffle.

The wings rubbed against the abdomen, and the piercing sound scrambled under the grass, killing the opponent's small worm, struggling to pounce on the other small worm that also killed the opponent, and the fight resumed, and the two small worms wrestled in the grass.

There is no judgment on superiority, only life and death.

In the soil, the foot-long centipede appeared, with slender legs and feet wriggling, some pounced on the small insects in the scuffle, and some quietly squatted next to the corpses, secretly biting and devouring the existence.

Jumping figures appeared, slender tongues spit out from their mouthparts, instantly rolling up the scuffling Xiao Chong, never falling short.

There are slender figures, crawling and twisting from the mountains and forests, and some of them floating from the water, swimming to the shore, bending and twisting their bodies and throwing themselves to the ground.

There are thousands of kinds of insects, each state is different, centipede is a hundred legs, not as good as a snake, the snake has a different kind, the length is different, the frog has a thousand shapes, and the posture is thousands.

A fight, a conquest, more and more types are joined, this is a general battle, a fight between races, a fight between races, regardless of race, regardless of size, even the seemingly weak, lethal ants have joined, red, black, white, anyway, I can't tell their species and names.

Roaring and arguing, bloody and cruel, the worm divides the ant's corpse, the frog devours the worm, the snake sends the frog into its belly, and the ant comes out of the snake's body.

In a scuffle, Wen Chuanting's eyes widened, his perception swept the ground over and over again, his sensitive nose shook vigorously, his ears trembled back and forth, there was no presence of abnormal objects, no special smell emanated, no small sound transmission, everything was normal, just like when he just stepped on this land.

The night passed quietly, the light came slowly, the night of fighting, the creatures that covered the earth became a corpse, the sound of the night of screaming gradually fell silent, in the morning light, the mutilated insects were wailing, the bloodstained snakes were neighing, the frogs with tattered bodies were roaring weakly, and the centipedes with half of their legs and feet writhing under the wet grass stems and on the soil.

"A night of fighting, what's the picture?"

It's a very philosophical question, a psychological question, I don't understand it, there is no answer, and no one gives him an answer.

In the sky, the blinking stars closed their eyes, the white clouds fluttered gently in the wind, and the rivers rolled and flowed according to the established trajectory, twinkling all night, and the fireflies that swayed the light of the night converged and dragged their tired bodies into the forest.

Those who can walk are gone, and those who can't are gone, leaving a stump on the earth, the crust bites the hard-winged carapace, the carapace holds a few thin legs of unknown species, and the grass stem hangs a worm head that drags the intestines, under the insect head, the body of the snake is full of holes and stands still, and there is an ant under the body that cannot distinguish the color, and there is a centipede hanging on the body of the toad that kicks the legs, and the toad falls into the snake's mouth with half of its body, and the two front legs are softly drooping.

The sun was shining, and the remaining creatures seemed to have regained their strength, and one by one they struggled to stand up, slowly devouring the dead corpses beside them without making a sound.

Wen Chuanting watched quietly, watching the snake swallow its own kind, the insect devouring its own kind, the frog rolled the centipede, the centipede bit the stump of an unknown person, and the ant decomposed the long snake.

Each one goes its own way, even if the enemy who fought all night is beside them, and none of them touch it to trigger a new fight, they quietly devour everything on the ground as if they can't see each other.

The sun was swaying wantonly, the water waves broke the sunlight, the blades of grass slowly stretched out, covering the traces of being crushed, the sun was in the sky, the dense grass was green, the land under the cover of the blades of grass, the blood seeped into the soil, was buried by the earthy yellow, and the stumps on the ground were devoured by the remnants of life.

A living creature swept the earth aside, potholes, dirt scattered the earth is clean and abnormal, the uneven appearance is like a natural shape, if you don't see the tragic situation last night, ask Chuanting absolutely don't believe it, after an unusually tragic battle here.

One creature retreated, the ant returned to its burrow, the serpent twisted and swam back into the forest, the centipede climbed into the dirt, and the toad leaped into the water. Small insects either flapped their wings and flew up, or hid behind blades of grass, or like centipedes, they split the soil and burrowed into the ground.

Everything returned to calm, and only Wen Chuanting, who stood all night, remained.

Gently pluck an unknown insect leg from the shoe, face the sun, put it in front of your eyes and look at it gently, the hollow leg and foot through the dim yellow light, densely distributed with short and yellow fluff.

Throw it away, stomp your feet, and shake off a few pieces of flesh.

Pacing lightly, he carefully examined the small insect hidden under the blades of grass, which was a beetle similar to a unicorn fairy, with a long oval body from chestnut brown to dark brown, with a bulging ridge, a small head with a forked horn at the end, and its whole body was wrapped in a layer of hard carapace, like a general.

Three pairs of slender and powerful legs and feet were broken, and there was a layer of pale green liquid at the end of the fracture.

The perception spreads out, deep underground, and the centipedes hide between ten and twenty centimeters underground, quietly, as if sleeping.

The earth is silent, the jungle is silent, the grass is silent, only the flowing river, which makes a crisp noise.

Wen Chuanting squatted quietly on the ground, the patron saint guarded the unicorn fairy-like beetle, in his heart, he didn't believe that this was the end, an abrupt killing, meaningless, purposeless killing, no one would believe it.

Fighting between people is either because of hatred or because of conflicts of interest; demons fighting with demons are not because of food or because of territorial areas; and the fighting between creatures in the Blue Moon World and demons outside the sky is only because of the relationship between resources and power.

There is no pointless fighting, there is no purposeless conquest, everything is caused by concern for oneself and the inner thoughts of living beings.