Draconian has merged perfectly with Yang Cheng, as if they were one and the same.

After completing this feat, Yang Cheng did not stop. His eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed firmly on the remaining shadow dragon.

This shadow dragon, formed by the will of the hive, has terrifying recovery abilities.

Just now, Yang Cheng just dealt with Draconian casually, and the wound that was pierced by Yang Cheng's spear was quickly stitched up by powerful psychic power in the blink of an eye, as if he had never been injured.

Not only that, the Hive Mind seemed to have evolved in some way during this process. Its body became even larger and its aura even more terrifying.

However, in Yang Cheng's eyes, all this was just a trick.

To him, the change of this shadow dragon was nothing more than his sandbag becoming a little bigger.

At this moment, the will of the hive was like a barking wild dog. Although it barked fiercely, it never dared to get close to Yang Cheng.

Its huge body seemed a little timid at this moment, and it kept retreating backwards, as if Yang Cheng was its invincible natural enemy.

Seeing this, Yang Cheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

He slowly took a step forward. This seemingly insignificant step made the shadow dragon feel like it was facing a formidable enemy. Its roars became more and more miserable, and its huge body suddenly retreated as if it had been electrocuted.

"boom!"

Just as the shadow dragon retreated, Yang Cheng suddenly launched an attack.

This blow was like a thunderbolt, carrying unparalleled power and might.

Yang Cheng, or Mara, has completely lost interest in continuing to play with this shadow dragon. He decides to use a final blow to end the life of the Hive Will.

Instantly, a jet of inky black energy gushed out from Yang Cheng's body, like a volcanic eruption, and rushed straight towards the terrified shadow dragon...

Yang Cheng's palm seemed to have turned into a black hole, with endless darkness emerging from it.

At first, the darkness was only as big as the tip of a needle, like the faintest starlight in the night sky, but in an instant, it expanded at an alarming speed like a lit powder keg.

In the blink of an eye, the black light had turned into a fist-sized dark sphere, suspended above his palm.

This sphere is not an ordinary condensation of psychic energy. Painful and distorted human faces constantly appear and disappear on its surface, as if the souls of countless humans devoured by the Zerg are struggling within it.

These faces were filled with pain and despair, their eyes fixed on Yang Cheng, revealing their endless hatred for the Zerg and their desire for revenge.

Each face flashes and disappears quickly on the surface of the sphere, which is dazzling, and also makes people feel the huge energy and resentment contained in it.

As the sphere continued to expand, tiny cracks began to appear in the space around it.

These cracks were like a canvas torn by an invisible hand, and the originally smooth space became fragmented under the influence of the sphere.

Spiritual energy was madly condensing in Yang Cheng's palms, and the emotions of countless humans' desire for revenge gathered in his body like a raging torrent.

These emotions intertwine and collide with each other, forming a force that is so huge that it is suffocating.

This force roared and surged within Yang Cheng's body, as if it was about to break through the restraints of his body.

Finally, all the spiritual energy was concentrated on his palm, turning into a black sphere like a miniature sun.

This sphere exudes a palpitating dark aura. Its surface no longer has those painfully distorted human faces, but is covered by a layer of smooth black energy.

The energy inside the sphere is constantly rolling and surging, like a volcano about to erupt.

The shadow dragon let out a deafening scream, as if the entire universe was shaking.

Its back suddenly seemed to explode, and an extremely huge amount of psychic energy gushed out from it like a volcanic eruption, forming a huge energy torrent.

This torrent of energy swept through everything around it at an astonishing speed. No matter whether it was broken planetary fragments or long-dead stars, nothing could escape the fate of being swallowed up.

The moment these substances were absorbed, they seemed to be given new life and uses by the hive mind, as if they were building some kind of powerful barrier.

At the same time, a highly corrosive liquid continuously spurted out of the shadow dragon's mouthparts. These liquids quickly spread in the subspace, forming a dense spore cloud.

These spore clouds permeate the surroundings, like a haze of death, corroding everything wherever they go.

However, the four gods were like a group of indifferent spectators, standing aside and watching all this quietly.

There were excited expressions on their faces and low roars came out of their mouths from time to time, as if they were very satisfied with the Shadow Dragon's behavior.

In sharp contrast to the four gods is Yang Cheng, who turns a blind eye to everything happening around him.

All his attention was focused on the palm of his hand, where a dark sphere that was growing larger and spinning slowly.

He could clearly feel the power gathered in this sphere, a power intertwined with endless emotions of revenge and destruction.

This power comes from the deep desire for revenge in human hearts. This emotion has existed since the birth of the first primitive man, and it has accumulated and strengthened over time. Now, this power has finally gathered into a powerful weapon in Yang Cheng's hands.

The shadow dragon formed by the will of the hive finally collapsed. Its huge wings flapped wildly like a storm, and the force it created was enough to destroy the entire galaxy.

However, what was surprising was that the dragon did not fly into the air, but seemed to be firmly imprisoned in a specific location in the subspace by some invisible force, unable to move.

"There's no escape."

Yang Cheng said expressionlessly, his voice calm and cold. He had already seen through the fate of the Hive Will.

After saying that, he slowly raised his other hand, and with both hands he held up the ever-expanding dark sphere as if he was holding a precious treasure.

"This is the desire for revenge that humans have had for billions of years. Experience it well." Yang Cheng's words were like the bell of judgment, echoing in this silent universe.

As his words fell, the dark sphere seemed to be given life and rushed towards the Hive Mind at an astonishing speed.

In that thrilling moment, the hive mind seemed to feel unprecedented fear. It almost gave up everything and tried desperately to escape from the black psionic energy.

However, it was too late. The huge force was like a torrent in the universe, sweeping across billions of light years and completely devouring the will of the hive.

Although the Hive Mind possesses the characteristics of immortality, Yang Cheng obviously has enough means to deal with it.

Yang Cheng skillfully used his power to trap the Hive Will in a superposition state of life and death, preventing it from interfering with the real universe forever.

At this point, the Tyranids had completely degenerated from a swarm of insects into wild beasts.

Countless Zerg hive fleets were torn apart, and countless Zerg swarms attacked everything around them like crazy, whether they were enemies or companions.