Thunder, roars, piercing shrieks, the howls of beasts.
Everything vanished in that instant.
All that remained was a scalp-numbing sound of gnawing.
When the swarming locust tide surged forward, countless black specks gathered into a storm and flood, swallowing the charging monsters whole. Nothing could be distinguished anymore.
Other than their final wails, there was only the cheerful song of feeding.
Countless wings trembled with a dull buzz, yet the strange crackling that filled the sky rang clearly against every eardrum, dancing briskly.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
As the writhing black tide swept through the air and rapidly expanded, a rain of bones fell from the sky.
There were no severed limbs, no streaming blood or chunks of flesh.
Only dried bones remained, spinning lightly in the wind, weaving into a dense curtain of rain that scattered evenly across the battlefield.
They shattered into powder upon impact.
The cross-sections of the bones were still utterly hollow. Even the marrow had long since been completely scooped out!
The locusts in the sky multiplied rapidly, devouring the enemies before them and spreading everywhere. They allowed their prey to strike back in their death throes, while shattered locusts spilled cursed venom, staining the storm azure green.
And under Lord of the Clouds's direction, that swaying green rain poured into the Abyss's defenses, along with countless insect eggs. Amid the miserable screams caused by corrosion and infection, it left behind an irreversible ecological disaster.
Even the nutrients within the earth, plant roots, and humus were completely eaten away by the ravenous insects, turning into a dry, cracked wasteland.
In the past, whenever a locust plague appeared in the Present Realm, it left behind shocking devastation and set off alarms across the entire territory. But now that it had descended upon Hell, such greedy malice was