Wei Xiao Bei felt his blood run cold. He did not dare stay there any longer and broke into a run.
The thing that made him rejoice was that the black beetles' speed was not fast. At the very least they were slower than him.
He only stopped running when he got back to his street.
At this moment, he began to ask himself whether he should leave the street or not.
It was easy to imagine that this street would not be able to stop the black beetles' onslaught, unless there was some kind of miracle.
After ten minutes, the black beetles had entered his field of view.
Due to the difference in vegetation and the black beetles spreading on all sides, the black beetles that were moving towards the street had thinned out.
The black beetles that were moving in the front acted as a black stream, slowly flowing down.
