The street had long lost any semblance of its former facade after the ravages of the unforgiving heat. A long black shadow danced between the silhouettes of two combatants engaged in an aggressive fight on that very street. The silhouette with the slightly shorter stature dodged each attack swiftly. Even with twenty successive whip-like attacks from the duoluozhong’s long mouthpart, not even one touched the clothes of its opponent.
The duoluozhong was so exhausted that it would be panting heavily right now... if it still had a mouth.
“Who… who… are you? You are not Meiye!” the duoluozhong’s enraged buzz rang out in the air. At the same time, he snatched the opportunity and swung its mouthpart toward Luther’s face.
