The Insect-Human BOSS had already been nearly crippled by Fleischer, but more Mutated Insects swooped in, preventing him from landing a sure kill.
"Retreat fast." The woman in leather clothes grabbed the unwilling Fleischer and blasted full force toward the sky, blowing open a Passage, planning to escape.
"Go to hell, go to hell." Fleischer was almost bursting with rage, but there was nothing he could do. This was the Bloodthirsty Vine's home turf. If they didn't leave now, they really would fall. Their reinforcements were too many.
By this time, the number of Insect-Humans had surpassed five hundred. They were spewed out by the Bloodthirsty Vine, coming to life upon contact with the air, and the first batch had already taken to the sky, dense and numerous, clinging to the sky like a green curtain.
