591 METAL Death Roar (1/2)

After a few bare-knuckle rounds, the METAL warriors' formation loosened while Guan Dongyang and Xiao Yuyu attacked with abandon. Although they couldn't cast high-level spells, their instant cast ability had proven to be very effective in dishing out consistent damage at a steady rate.

Mastery firebolts and ice bolts rained on the Zergs like a sudden downpour. The METAL warriors charged at the Zergs like hungry tigers out of a cage and attacked with the most direct, simple, and brutal methods. This was the moment of life or death; they could not be slowed down by technical finesse.

Meanwhile, Wang Tong lured the main force of the Zergs, running around the city wall. Underneath him, the Zergs blotted the ground; it had become more and more difficult to avoid fighting. Wang Tong's shirt was also drenched with Zerg blood. He had lost count of the Zergs he had to kill a while ago. He had to maintain a certain distance from the Zergs; if he ran too fast, the Zergs would lose interest and return the city, but if he were too slow, he would be mired in a long fight.

Wang Tong knew each and every kind of Zerg very well. He knew their strengths, weaknesses, attack moves, and attack habits. Even the fearsome EB unit had its weaknesses in his eyes.

In addition, he also possessed a deep understanding of the Zerg attack formations. While he was on Norton, he had remembered the formations and battle tactics by rot. Therefore, not even the EB units could manage to even make a scratch on him.

Lord Zhi had been worried that Wang Tong would manage to run off under his nose, but he was relieved after seeing that the latter had no intention of running away. Although Lord Zhi did not even have level twenty EB units under his command, he was confident that the sheer number of his soldiers would be able to tire the human out. The sea of the primitive Zergs was the epitome of the Zergs' ultimate power, and no human could stand against the Zerg sea and survive.

Suddenly, lord Zhi wrenched his head back toward the center of the city, and so did all the Zergs surrounding Wang Tong. The primitive Zergs turned around and rushed toward the mother queen. The Zergs' command chain dictated that the queen's order was above that of city lords.

The few dark ones who were chasing Wang Tong also halted their pursuit and turned their head toward the center of the city, and then back at Lord Zhi. Their heart told them to continue the chase, but their body commanded them to return to the queen.

Wang Tong heaved a sigh of relief. He knew that Yin Tianzong had succeeded, and only then could the real battle begin. Wang Tong charged up his GN force and bore down on the leader of his former pursuers; the scythe glinted under the sunlight, ready to claim souls.

The attack was sure and swift, and it came with a belligerent presence. This attack was specifically designed to strike fear into the hearts of the Zergs. The Zergs could feel the wrath of a god in the power of this one single strike.

Zing!

Wang Tong swept the Scythe, and the sharp glinting surface of the blade traced a silver crescent in the air. The leader of the dark ones was severed from his midsection into two. Lord Zhi neither joined the battle against Wang Tong nor did he go to the rescue of the queen; he simply bolted for his life. His personal guards, a few golden dark ones, however, had thrown themselves toward Wang Tong.

However, those couple dark ones' charges were not able to stop the human devil. Wang Tong clenched his weapon and then suddenly roared a battle cry. The sound of his roar started off as a rumbling thunder, and it quickly changed its pitch and intensity until it started to resemble a sound wave attack. The dark ones covered their ears, their faces awash with agony. The sound wave was scrambling their brains.

Since the dark ones had inherited the humans' five senses, Wang Tong wanted them to know that the five senses could provide not only enjoyment, but also pain.

Wang Tong's roar didn't stop as he carried on and increased the intensity by the second. Tormented by pain and delusion, some Zergs had fallen to the ground, rolling back and forth. Some had gone outright insane as they swung their bone spears wildly in the air and occasionally thrust them at their own brothers. They simply didn't know how to defend against such violation of their senses.

Humans' martial development had thousands of years of history; therefore, it developed an effective system to ward off such attacks. On the other hand, the dark ones were new to anything about humans, despite their close resemblance. There were simply too much to learn.

The sound continued, and by then, only a handful of high-level dark ones could fight off the discomfort and remain sane. However, they were mired in attacks from their raving companions, and therefore were unable to advance.

Some dark ones wanted to close in on Wang Tong; however, every step they took meant the intensity of the attack would increase exponentially. After only a few steps, their brains were already fried like an egg on a hot plate.

C-Zhi looked back at his perishing army, and after the slightest hesitation, he kept on running away from the city. He knew that only death awaited him in there. By then, he remembered all those rumors he had heard about the human devil. They were not rumors at all, and their descriptions about the devil seemed modest compared to what he just saw. In a blink, thousands of Zergs were dead, killed by their only brood brothers and sisters; the devil himself didn't even lift a finger.

The sound attack concluded in a high note that was packed with explosive energy. Blood spilled out from all holes on the Zerg bodies as they fell to the ground one after another.