Urukuluuk found it rather strange.
As the moisture evaporated, it was not only humans caught in the storm who would fall ill from the plague and be corroded into mutants—even approaching this area would be enough. Why would anyone knowingly walk into danger?
Although Urukuluuk did not know that some humans would continue climbing a mountain even after seeing a sign warning of flash floods, or keep climbing the very next day after someone had been swept away by a flood, it was obvious that the person before him was not the sort of idiot who would not die if he did not court death.
Urukuluuk saw that the insects beneath that person had already begun mutating. The wings flapping in the sand had sprouted green mold, flowers had bloomed from their heads, and their movements had gradually slowed.
Then the person reached out and easily plunged his hand into the insect's head, directly making it lose its balance and sink into the sand.
"There's no need to suffer anymore."
Lu Ban stroked the insect, whose mutation had stopped upon death. His hand transformed into a mass of crimson flesh, quickly devouring the insect's corpse until nothing remained and merging it into himself.
"It really does taste awful."
Lu Ban looked at the enormous curtain of rain rushing toward him.
What kind of torrential rain was this?
Between heaven and earth hung a sheet of blurred frosted glass. The raindrops formed lines, reflecting everything outside. Behind that curtain of rain were endless dark-green clouds, with blue-green lightning twisting through them like a Great Serpent.
In this downpour, the boundaries of all things had blurred.
Lu Ban could see an army marching within it, as well as even more ordinary people riding insects like traveling merchants.
The bodies of these ordinary