Qin Feng had been tailing his quarry for nearly an hour, confident he had perfectly blended into the surroundings. That's when, in the sand ahead, an unremarkable, fist-sized rock sprang to life without warning.
It wasn't a rock at all. It was an Insect Race unit, camouflaged to perfection.
It shot up, its body unfolding in mid-air to reveal wings as thin as a cicada's and sharp mouthparts.
It didn't attack Qin Feng. Instead, it unleashed a silent shriek, one potent enough to shatter the mind.
An Insect Race sentinel!
The shriek was a pheromone—an alarm—that spread in an instant.
'Not good!'
Qin Feng's pupils constricted, and alarm bells screamed in his mind.
Without a moment's hesitation, he abandoned all thoughts of stealth, and a torrent of power erupted from within him.
Fierce Bird Footwork!
