"Filthy!"
"Despicable!"
"You are just a swarm of cockroaches gnawing on your own kind!"
Suddenly, from within that white Insect Mountain came a ghastly whisper, as if condemning these still-living humans.
Wu Hen stood on the watchtower, looking out with his Second Rank Spiritual Vision, piercing through the white miasma only to see human-like silhouettes. They walked within the white fog like a group of dead returning from Hell, incessantly muttering that sentence.
Initially, Wu Hen thought he was the only one who could hear it, but when he looked around at the reaction of others, he quickly realized that it was a language being transmitted by the high-dimensional insects to all of humanity!
"They're coming, prepare for battle," Wu Hen said to the overall commander, Wang Yan.
Wang Yan nodded and gave the command to ready the fire weapons: "Prepare the Sleeve Fires!"
