Although the Honey Badger Tribe had thick fur, as long as one concentrated their power to pierce through a single point, using the giant ant's needle to penetrate the mouth and destroy the brainstem, or pierce through the throat, eye socket, or abdomen, they would quickly die. No matter how thick the armor and how brave they were in battle, their fatal weakness would not change.
"Why did you stop me?"
With the blue steel needle fixed in front of the epiglottis, heavily restrained by the white silk thread, the giant needle ant's right arm could not advance even 1 millimeter.
"Is this payback for the last time I interfered with your meal? Scorpion."
"That would be nice."
Sitting on a tree branch, draped in a white medical gown, Scorpion licked the surgical knife, the alluring tip of her tongue spreading saliva over every part of the silver metal.
"Arguing...is not good..."
