In the next instant, Louis traversed the border with an almost unfathomable speed, arriving directly in front of the intermediate-level Zerg creatures.
Gazing upon the myriad of grotesque Zerg monstrosities before him, a twisted smile spread across his face. His features contorted at an unnatural angle, adding to the sheer horror of his appearance.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Countless blade bugs, upon seeing the person blocking their way ahead, brandished their scythe-like forelimbs. The dazzling blades seemed to have traces of blood on them.
"Foolish insects, overestimating yourselves. Die, all of you!" Louis roared, wielding his longsword with a fervor, mercilessly hacking down the accursed Zerg.
Due to his superior level, he moved through them as if in an uninhabited wasteland, swiftly slaughtering every living creature in sight.
Meanwhile, the aura of slaughter and the stench of blood began to subtly erode his sanity.
