These mature aliens are hideously ugly. Their bodies are dark green, looking grey and dirty. They are covered with a thin layer of skin from which a disgusting sticky fluid oozes out. As they move, they leave a wet and messy trail behind them.
They emerged from the houses lining the street and within less than five seconds, hundreds of aliens have leaped and sprinted over a distance of forty meters, nearing the survivors' team.
"Fire, fire." The poacher cried hysterically, tightly pulling the trigger of his rifle, spewing orange-red flames from the muzzle, as if that was the only way to vent his fear.
It was not just him, all the newcomers' faces were deathly pale. They stared at the aliens, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Even the survivors who had experienced two games like Pang Meiqin and Li Xinlan, faced with the aliens swarming in, also screamed out.
