"Damn it, shut up! Shut up, shut up!" Xel'Naga seemed to have gone mad. His fists continuously erupted with terrifying power, each burst shattering space itself and instantly pulverizing tens of thousands of Blade-Arm Mutalisks. This kind of death meant every inch of bone within their bodies and every inch of skin outside them ruptured. Even with the immortal genes hidden within them, the Blade-Arm Mutalisks could not revive.
Three seconds, thirty punches—five hundred thousand Blade-Arm Mutalisks were blasted to death. This number might not have seemed significant amidst the vast Zerg swarm, but it had happened in only three seconds. And Xel'Naga had not even charged into the swarm; those thirty-odd punches had merely been thrown while he was rushing toward Ye Luo. If he had burst into the densely packed swarm, the Zerg casualties would have increased by another zero—perhaps even two.
But furious as Xel'Naga was, Ye Luo's roar—his furious cry amplified through countless Zerg—successfully dispelled the battle spirit that had been concealed and suppressed within the humans and Protoss!
"That's right! Xel'Naga was created too. As long as we kill you, the Six-Armed Four-Winged Race will definitely weaken!" the human commander roared resolutely.
Two bursts of golden light shot from Adelin's eyes. "I know the Six-Armed Four-Winged Race. They were originally only a Level 5 civilization, with individual strength merely around Level 20. Xel'Naga elevated them. Kill Xel'Naga, and the Six-Armed Four-Winged Race will fall back to a Level 5 civilization. Our homeland will survive! All warships, target Xel'Naga! Fire!"
The human commander likewise raised the communicator beside his ear. "All human warships, target Xel'Naga! Fire!"
Xel'Naga stopped attacking. He swept his gaze over the billions of living beings around him in disbelief. Finally, uncontrollable hatred erupted from his eyes as he looked toward the Zerg