The Thorn Snake Group raised their heads, hissing, as bone needles poured down like a torrential rain, piercing the mountain peak ahead into a honeycomb.
The main brain's will roared within the nerves of every insect race.
Their evolution never stops, advancing and growing every second.
Newly hatched mutant insects crawled out from the flesh nest, joining the charging surge even before absorbing nutrients to grow.
This is a destruction army capable of easily devouring the small world.
The will conveyed by the main brain was singular: march eastward, and further east... until the entire world becomes the nourishment of the insect swarm.
One of Earth Thought Evil Spirit's biggest worries had arisen.
Meanwhile, on the Player Forum.
A post's popularity was rapidly climbing.
