Chapter 575: A Trypophobe's Nightmare
Beneath the ruined city, the demons' agitated roars rose one after another. But there were simply too many insects. Despite the demons' slaughter, a substantial layer of insect corpses had already covered many parts of the city's streets, yet daylight remained nowhere to be seen.
If not for the blasts of air pouring from their mouths as they roared, hordes of locusts might well have tried to crawl inside.
Besides the demons' roars, desolate, terrified screams also rang out within the city, mostly from the Ridge-Crowned People clinging to life.
The locusts lacked the intelligence to distinguish between Ridge-Crowned People and demons. Even if they had possessed it, they probably would not have had the patience just then.
Thus, the first to die in the locusts' jaws were not the raging demons of Hell, but the Ridge-Crowned People. Unless their hiding places were exceptionally well chosen, they were reduced to bloodstained skeletons in anywhere from a few minutes to a little over ten.
The roars within the city never ceased, nor did the buzzing and the crunch of gnawing jaws. They continued from daytime into the night before the commotion in the ruined city finally began to fade.
The demons left in the city had not actually been wiped out. A few truly managed to survive by digging holes, burying themselves, and relying on a little luck.
But digging too shallowly or too slowly would not work. If the insect tide followed them straight inside, they would truly be trapped with no escape. As for the vast majority of Lesser Demons, who had neither luck nor brains, nothing remained of them but bones at most.
After the sounds of fighting within the city faded, the crunching mixed into the din did not disappear. Instead, it