Everyone watched as Mo Qiong suddenly transformed from a Sword Wielder into a berserker.
The black greatsword looked thin, but its edge was blunt.
Wielding such a blunt sword, he smacked countless insects away as though playing baseball, sending them tumbling off with rustling sounds. No one knew where they had crashed.
Everyone huddled around Mo Qiong, afraid to go anywhere. Fortunately, Mo Qiong no longer had that deadly black flame on him. There was only a horn embedded in his shoulder, with a tiny black flame drifting above it.
His petite body kept leaping and slashing. The greatsword, three times his height, whistled through the air as he swung it. There was no sword technique to speak of—he simply attacked with broad, sweeping blows.
"It's that one... It's gotten so big..."
Mo Qiong had not known whose bodies the insects had been shot into. He only realized it after seeing an insect below growing larger and larger.
After all, the Landing Point had been something he had imagined based on the conditions inside the insect corpses he had examined earlier. Each insect had different patterns in its stomach.
Mo Qiong guessed that these patterns corresponded to the insect race, perhaps like fingerprints. There were no two completely identical products in the world. The insect race reproduced rather than copied itself.
Thus, based on the patterns in the stomach of the insect he had dissected earlier, Mo Qiong made a slight alteration, wondering whether it would correspond to one of them. As it turned out, he had hit the mark.
Mo Qiong looked at the Giant Insect in the distance and realized that this method still only treated the symptoms, not the root cause.
He seemed to be continuously eliminating insects, but the overall "mass-energy" of the swarm had not