Gradually, some insects have begun to notice the strange situation.
Their kind is disappearing one by one, as if something is erasing them, an indescribable presence is gradually invading the paradise they rely on for survival.
Lin Lan was chopping with renewed vigor, his blade movements becoming increasingly skillful.
The Doragon People walked alongside him.
Eleanor leisurely adjusted the bullet chamber blessed by the Philosopher's Stone, each bullet capable of shattering the shell of a fully-grown insect.
She continually observed the colorful fluids and ubiquitous fungal mats around her.
Facts show that the mental pollution brought by the stars still persists.
Even if she shoots and kills the mature insects, the burst fluids would still re-coalesce into the embryonic form of cocoons; further shooting only increases the number of cocoons.
The terrifying nature of the Celestial Calamity is evident.
