The moment the bodyguard's feet left the ground, he could not help but scream in horror.
He subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab his companion, but once these mutated creatures had caught their prey, they would not give him another chance.
Before the people next to him could reach out to grab him, he was torn apart by a group of mutant creatures and lifted off the bowstring.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of them swarmed up and covered the surface of his body firmly. The chilling sound of biting rang out again and quickly drowned out the bodyguard's screams.
Song Qingxin's heart sank. There were too many of them, and it was impossible to kill them all with brute force.
What's more, they had the ability to fly, which was the most difficult to guard against. Once they were dragged into the air, only death would await them.
