The two Totem-level humanoid insect creatures seemed to have anticipated everything happening before them.
They didn't even make the slightest evasive maneuvers, merely watching indifferently as the Frost Serpent was blocked layer upon layer by the Low Tier insect race with their flesh and blood.
Watching the insect corpses continually fall from the sky, there wasn't a trace of pity in their eyes, instead, a hint of cruel excitement emerged.
The Swarm is never short of Low Tier units.
In their resource-deprived homeland, High-tier Insect Race would even order lower units to die willingly, transforming them into pure Energy for their own absorption.
Thus, in their view, this life-sacrificing consumption—
is nothing but a worthwhile investment.
The more Swarm die, the stronger the Frost Serpent shows itself to be.
And the stronger the prey, the more shocking the growth after devouring...
"Why struggle in vain?"
