The sky darkened, and storms roared.
What obscured the sky, causing the blazing sun to lose its luster, was not clouds but locusts.
The howling sound filling the heavens and earth was not the fierce wind, but the locusts.
The earth seemed to be heaving, and everywhere was the rustling sound. Mountains, forests, grasslands, fields—wherever there was a trace of green—were swarming with locusts.
Greenery disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye…
These locusts were a species never seen before by people, yellow-bodied with red bellies and compound eyes. Not only were they large in size, but they were also exceptionally ferocious.
Once they devoured the green leaves, they began to gnaw on the tree bark, and even smaller insects could not escape their fate.
That's right, they ate meat!
In the fields, an old farmer stared blankly as the crops were devoured, suddenly letting out a cry resembling a fierce ghost, charging fiercely forward.
