The ocean of insects kicked up a tsunami; on the land, the 'carpet' composed of insects was seething, flowing towards Ange from all directions like a tide crashing into him.
There were too many of them. Ange stomped hard, pulling Little Angel and Little Zombie into his embrace, and then was engulfed by the sea of insects.
The man in rags eerily muttered, "Against absolute numbers, individual strength is useless. Even if it turns into a war of attrition, I could still grind you down. Life Acceleration would be of no help; I don't believe you can keep it up forever. Last time, there were too few insects. Otherwise, I could have drained you dry. It's all about who can outlast whom!"
Soon, a mound rose where Ange had been standing, composed of the corpses of insects.
