The sound wave continued to rise as more Insect Warriors arrived.
The sky was shattered by swarms of flying locusts, their wing vibrations creating a piercing hum, akin to billions of serrated blades scraping against skulls.
The ground caved in under the charge of digging insects, their tusks faintly visible as they pierced the surface in the sandstorm.
Further away, the flesh walls of the Insect Race nest contracted violently, spewing out a new wave of hatched Tyrant Worms, these War Weapons crossing from infancy to maturity at a speed visible to the naked eye as they headed toward the main battle line.
The silence was broken, followed by waves of sound resembling a mountain collapsing and tsunami, continuously pounding the Golden Domain.
The sound of shell friction, bubbling acid, limbs tearing... the Insect Race Mainbrain declared pre-battle death in this manner.
At this moment, both Earth Thought and the Four Great Evil Spirits were silent.
