Red and white splashed, splattering over Xu Xiaoyou's face, but she was oblivious, turning her gaze to the next target.
"Continue,"
"Continue,"
"Continue."
The slaughter never ceased; at the horizon's end, the endless Insect Race still surged forward.
The will of the insect swarm frantically sounded alarms; they felt fear, as the immense network of clusters shrieked with the cries of countless insect individuals, wanting to escape it all.
What they faced was neither prey nor hunter, but an angry vessel.
All of the opponent's actions, whether slaughter or consumption, were purely to vent anger.
Driven by fury, the opponent would relentlessly exhaust itself until the anger completely consumed its being, leaving not even ashes. This meant that no matter how their stamina was drained, it was meaningless; they would continue dying, consuming the swarm's power, merely to battle an enemy destined for self-destruction.
Meaningless action is the natural enemy of instinct.
