The other team members followed Wang Tong, as the latter stepped into the half circle formed by Zergs. Five sickle Zergs jumped at Wang Tong at the same time, each brandishing their pair of sharp and deadly arms.
Wang Tong stood still while holding the blade. His teammates thought Wang Tong had been stupefied by the terrible scene until they saw a glint from the curve of the blade. In a blink of eyes, the five Zergs had been chopped into pieces, their remains scattered all over the ground.
The air was suddenly filled with a thin mist of Zerg's blood, and it touched Wang Tong's skin like a thin veil of crimson silk as it fell through the air. The smell of the blood triggered Wang Tong's memories.
