BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ—!
High in the emerald sky of Green-Sprout Star, the bright afternoon sun suddenly went dark.
It wasn’t a rain cloud steered by Ao Ming. Looking up from the golden fields of Dragon-Marrow Beef-Wheat, the forty thousand Spirit-Tractor pilots gasped as a thirty-mile-wide black-and-gold cloud plunged down through the upper atmosphere like a falling continent!
At the very tip of the swarm flew Locust Demon King Huang Tianba (Rank 7 Early). His six golden wings beat the air into screaming hurricanes, and behind him flew one billion Rank 3 to Rank 5 Iron-Toothed Spirit Locusts, each bug the size of a plump roast pigeon with mandibles that clicked like iron shears!
“Hahahaha! Look at all that ten-foot golden wheat!”
Up in the sky, Locust Demon King Huang Tianba took a deep breath of the warm, beef-scented air coming off the hundred-million-acre plains and nearly fainted with joy.
“Not a single defensive sect barrier! Just a bunch of dumb sword cultivators sitting on red iron carts!” Huang Tianba laughed wildly, pointing his jagged golden halberd down at Field #1. “Children! Don’t leave a single grain for these two-legged farmers! Eat until your bellies burst, and then we’ll chew the wheels off their carts for dessert!”
