The insect tide has arrived as scheduled.
Rolling with the yellow sand, it swept across the sky and earth, and then crashed headlong into the heavenly canopy outside the city.
Compared to the beast tide, the insect tide, though terrifying to behold, is actually less threatening than the former.
Powerful races always occupy the best habitats, and theoretically, these insects should be driven by those demonic beasts into this barren, sandy Great Desert.
The sharp blade-like legs, the hard shells, the trait of not stiffening even in death are all terrifying aspects of the Insect Demons, but all these horrors cannot hide the weakness of their slender bodies.
Once the shell on the surface of their bodies is broken, the insects are only a matter of time from death, for they cannot heal their shells, or their vitality cannot sustain the long cycle of healing.
But at this moment, the sheer numbers of the insect tide have already compensated for this flaw.
