Owen Bertram raised his hand, a hidden force soothing the insect. Its luminescent tendrils fell slack, giving up the attack. Owen opened up his earthenware jar, collecting the bug inside.
"This place is eerie," the Fourth Great Realm shivered, stamping its feet uncontrollably. "Stronger than any Tire-3 Demon Beings in other parts of the Extinction Domain!"
Owen turned to the other two from The Third Great Boundary and asked, "Would either of you like to try?" Both shook their heads. Even the Fourth Great Realm almost got injured; they had no intention to act tough.
Owen shrugged, "Then just follow me." The Spirit Insects on this layer were relatively weak. Still, those Tire-3 ones able to remain on this layer must be more formidable - at least, more cunning than those below - otherwise, they would have been caught by Insect Hunters long ago.
