Bi Fang lifted the animal hide and watched the departing swarm of locusts, heaving a sigh of relief.
Even though he was clear in his mind that there was no danger, the dense gathering of locusts still managed to instill tremendous psychological pressure, especially against the backdrop of the environment, truly like dark clouds pressing down on the city about to crumble.
The drone flew low, its camera focused on the land below.
The nearby grasses were full of fine, precise nibbles made by sharp mouthparts, appearing as if they had been cut by a scythe, now shorter than before.
It was just a grassland, yet it gave people the sense of "broken walls and ruins."
The ground was no longer flat as before; it now had several small "pits."
The pit holes were inconspicuous, just slightly sunken in, their edges gently raised, with elevations of no more than one millimeter.
