Oxygen streamed down, restoring breath and vitality to all things once again.
Yet facing the Tyrant Tiger Beetle Army, which was consistent even to the last armor spur, people could not help but shudder.
This felt like a steel legion stepping into a tribe armed with spears and wooden shields, although the tribe was evolving, the methods varied so widely they had yet to form a complete system.
They dared not contemplate, without the suppressive Nuwa Law, in what form their struggle would end.
"So many... why didn't they appear when we stayed in Red Port before?"
"Could it be that Red Port is, in fact, a massive nest?"
"Could our small team defeat at least one of them?"
"I heard that Tyrant Tiger Beetle ranks as Third-class Heavenly Brilliance. Back during the battle at Red Palace, it took a lot of collaborative effort from many Human Clan Forces just to barely deal with a thousand of the Tyrant Tiger Beetle."
Without fighting, they were already trembling terribly.
