Packed tightly, the insects crawled out from the fissure, seemingly intent on avenging past grievances. The moment they touched the ground, they began to spread out in all directions.
But this time, what awaited them were not those ordinary people who only knew fear, but the Skeleton Warriors who had already tasted death once.
The Mutated Skeleton took a step forward, with the Soul Fire flickering a ghostly light, raised the bone knife in its hand and swung it forward, prompting the surrounding Skeleton Warriors to pounce.
Insect chirping.
Corpse howls.
And the sound of bones rubbing echoed across the battlefield.
The insects were immediately ambushed; low-tier insects didn't even have time to react before being besieged by the skeletons and killed, spreading that thick metallic scent once more.
