The two totem-level humanoid Zergs seemed to have anticipated everything that was happening before them.
They didn't even bother to dodge at all, just watched coldly as the Cold Snake was obstructed layer upon layer by the low-tier Zergs' flesh and blood.
Seeing the Zerg corpses continuously fall from the sky, there was no trace of pity in their eyes, but rather a hint of cruel excitement.
The Zergs never lacked low-tier units.
In their resource-depleted homeland, high-tier Zergs would even order lower units to die to convert them into pure energy for their own absorption.
Therefore, to them, this consumption of lives—
Was just a worthwhile investment.
The more Zergs died, the more it proved the strength of the Cold Snake.
And the stronger the prey, the more astonishing the boost after devouring it…
"Why struggle pointlessly?"
The green humanoid Zerg suddenly spread its arms, its voice icy and mocking.
