The winged serpent coiled to the center of the battlefield, its forked tongue flickering, poison glands contracting violently.
In an instant, a several-meter-wide thick indigo poison column shot out, striking precisely into the densest area of the insect swarm.
The poison exploded upon contact with the ground, the splattering toxic slurry spreading like a living creature, hissing white smoke rising wherever it passed.
The carapaces of the swift blade insects were corroded with honeycomb-like holes, the mucus sacs of the acid-spitting insects burst open on the spot, even locusts leaping in the air touched by the toxic mist snagged their wings, flapping and falling to the ground, twitching.
More deadly was the spread of the toxic mist, pale purple airflow wrapped in tiny poison needles being blown in the direction from which the insect swarm came.
Wherever the poisonous mist passed, a large number of insect races fell in sheets, the scene suddenly like a domino effect.
