"Rustle, rustle, rustle."
"Chirp, chirp, chirp."
Inside a gorge that looked as though it had been brutally torn open, a dense swarm of insects was communicating in very low-frequency sounds. Zhang Yang and his twelve Ghost Blade Slaves were trembling as they hid among them. To say they were panicking would be putting it mildly.
The original terrain was no longer visible anywhere. There were no grasses or vegetation at all. Even the earth had been excavated into countless crisscrossing ravines and gorges. Tens of millions of Zerglings hurried back and forth, their duty being to mine—to dig up anything that could be dug up.
At the center of this shattered world stood an isolated city. It was the only area here that could still be considered intact.
The city was wrapped in multicolored bubbles. At first glance, they looked beautiful, but in reality they were various Formation Restrictions activated by spiritual energy. The human cultivators inside had no idea how long they had been trapped.
"The Zerg working together with an alliance from the mysterious side... They're truly terrifying."
Zhang Yang sighed inwardly, somewhat doubtful whether his main body had made the right decision. Could eight Nascent Soul Stage sword cultivators really gain any advantage in a war on this level?
Unfortunately, he could barely protect himself at the moment.
"Advance at top speed!"
The Zerg's order was relayed down, and Zhang Yang could only charge forward with the other Zerg units through a pitch-black tunnel.
They were not qualified to launch an attack from the ground or the sky. They could only attack the underground foundations of the human fortress.
The Zerg's attack range extended several thousand meters underground beneath this fortress—no, even tens of thousands of meters. Those Zerglings could dig all the way to the ends