The locusts were still ravenously devouring the forest, and swarms of them kept flying in from the northwest, seemingly endless.
The warriors from the Vine Tribe and the Mountain Turtle Tribe, as well as two subsidiary tribes, found their initial fervor fading as they faced more and more locusts, and a growing sense of despair bloomed in their hearts.
Even the poultry and giant frogs developed a noticeable aversion to eating locusts, especially steering clear of those that had mutated and become highly poisonous.
"It's no wonder locust plagues are always associated with famine; these creatures are truly terrifying."
Jiang Xuan stood atop a low hill, gazing at the forest that had been stripped bare before him, and the mutated locusts displaying various bright colors with fierce aggression.
It was only then that he realized the locust plague was far more formidable than he had imagined, and that extinguishing it through conventional means was utterly impossible.
