740. Wall of Sighs

As Jost said, the Thousand-Legged Demon Tide was characterized above all by its sheer numbers.

Yet every Demon Tide was the result of vast numbers of demons gathering and launching an assault. They all had countless monsters, so why had the Thousand-Legged received such an evaluation?

The answer was simple: there were just too many of them.

Old Eggplant had already experienced two attacks caused by demon migrations. The first had been like a locust plague in the real world, with uncountable insects crawling out of the forest and relentlessly attacking humanity. The second had been even more spectacular, with swarms of insects blotting out the sun like a black wave.

He had originally thought a Demon Tide would only be somewhat more intense than that, perhaps merely more visually shocking.

Yet when Old Eggplant truly saw the Demon Tide itself, he realized that he had been wrong—and wrong on an outrageous scale.

The densely packed insects were like a thick wall. The wall was infinitely high and infinitely thick. It did not merely blot out the sun; it brought despair with it.

These insects were not simply attacking humanity. They intended to replace everything in sight.

Old Eggplant raised his head, trying to find the top of the wall of insects, but he soon realized that he could not see its end at all.

It was like a tsunami reaching the heavens and pouring over from the depths of the sea. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but insects. The endless torrent swallowed the forest, the grass and trees, and the air. It seemed even time and space had been gnawed away by the swarm.

That despairing wall could only make Old Eggplant let out a sigh.

The feeling of the entire world crashing straight