This was the true apex of the food chain in this meadow.
In Lu Ban's increasingly blurred consciousness, such a thought surfaced.
He saw that the school of fish didn't charge directly at the bus, but circled it like hunters poised to strike, ready to attack the moment Lu Ban made the slightest mistake.
The gibberish that escaped from Lu Ban's mouth seemed to be key, as even these immense creatures struggled to resist the invasion of the gibberish, although they appeared to have a slightly higher tolerance, unaffected unless they came very close.
It was unclear who could last longer.
In the agony of his brain being burned to a cinder, Lu Ban witnessed a rare scene.
In that vast, uninhabited meadow where grass over three meters tall swayed, the eerie green light was like the ocean, reflecting the pitch-black, profound sky.
From the silence of the grass, countless shadows emerged and converged on the bus as if they appeared from nowhere.
Those were fish.
