Just as the first wave of locusts arrived sounding like a mawing machine, three minutes were up and Lu Zhen, together with a few others who had come to wait at the gate worked together to close the it.
This disaster was isolated outside, but they didn't know how many people would survive it.
Even while underground, they didn't need Lu Tao's super hearing to hear the sound of locusts outside.
These insects moved together like train cabins. It was as if they were attached.
Millions upon millions of locusts passed above the surface wave after wave.
It was only after three days that Leng Pan and the others realized that the locusts seemed to move in a particular pattern.
Every single day at seven in the morning, a wave of locusts would pass through.
It was as if they were migrating and each migration lasted two hours.
After two hours, at around 9:00 in the morning, it would stop. Or to be more precise, that wave would travel far.
