The Bug Clan Giant exploded, and the blast was no trivial matter. Chunks of flesh of all sizes scattered in every direction like a bursting star. The larger pieces were comparable to shattered continental plates, with several eyeballs being particularly conspicuous.
These Bug Clan Giants were equivalent to the entrances and exits of the Core Mother Nest. Blowing one apart revealed a fleshy passage leading inside.
This passage was like a throat. Once exposed, it rapidly contracted and closed.
Fan Lang adjusted the size of the Giant Spirit Arms, reached out to grip the closing passage with both hands, and wrenched it open with a sudden burst of strength, opening the way for those behind him.
"Charge inside! The front line clears the way, and those behind follow!" Fan Lang shouted.
He split off several thought avatars and placed them throughout the front, middle, and rear of the formation, controlling the overall situation. He had to look after both the head and the tail.
He could not manage the entire Armor Piercing Army, but he absolutely had to manage this force of his. Sacrifices were inevitable, but every sacrifice had to mean something. No one could be sent to their deaths because of a mistake in command.
Fan Lang used the Giant Spirit Arms to keep the path open while he himself charged about, slaughtering the bugs that came to cause trouble and displaying absolute strength.
It was not that the bug clan was too weak. He was simply too strong!
Of course, powerful experts such as the Withered Old Man also played a crucial role. Every one of them was capable of holding their own.
In mere moments, the army under Fan Lang's command, numbering in the tens of millions, had charged into the Core Mother Nest, advancing deep