The rapid sound of explosions startled the fallen Qin Hu, jolting him out of his desperate, do-or-die frenzy.
He had just been about to temporarily break his limits and risk escaping the siege when he saw the three ten-meter-tall Tiger Spine Zergs around him explode from within, one after another…
Vast amounts of warm Zerg blood, mixed with shattered limbs, rained down, drenching him as he knelt below in a foul-smelling bloodbath.
The strange yet familiar liquid and flesh fragments sprayed onto his face, some of it seeping into his mouth and filling Qin Hu with an indescribable sense of unease.
It felt like he was eating the flesh and blood of his own kind. The last vestiges of his human reason made his stomach churn with nausea, yet an instinctive craving from his body made the fragments seem incredibly delicious.
But soon, the continuous explosions shocked Qin Hu back to his senses.
