Qin Feng took a deep breath. His figure flashed, and he transformed into a nearly imperceptible streak of light, vanishing into the distorted, shimmering radiance.
The moment Qin Feng passed through the spatial ripple, which undulated like the surface of water, and stepped into the Insect Race Secret Realm, a stench so thick it was almost tangible assaulted him. The reek of blood and scorched flesh, mixed with the unique acrid odor of the Insect Race, was nearly suffocating.
Before him lay a shattered and chaotic world.
The sky was an eerie, dark red, as if it had been soaked in endless blood.
The land was crisscrossed with ravines, and enormous explosion craters and torn gashes were visible everywhere.
As far as the eye could see, the entire world was paved with corpses. Savage, twisted remnants of Insect Race carapaces and limbs, alongside crude fragments of Green-skinned Orcs, were piled layer upon layer, creating a bloody, apocalyptic panorama.
