As soon as he approached the mine entrance, Han Qiwu immediately heard the sound of something being fired.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh"
"What's that noise?" Han Qiwu pressed down on Xiao Dian, crouched low, and quietly slid over to see what was going on.
Could it be those bugs that shoot remote attacks again?
Approaching the mine area, Han Qiwu discovered that the entrance was quite narrow—only about three people wide. From a distance, he saw dozens of fluffy, plump little creatures crawling close to the ground. Their backs were covered in red spikes, and occasionally one or two of them would shoot these spikes into nearby rocky walls.
"What are these things? Hedgehogs? Or maybe small porcupines?"
As if they heard Han Qiwu's muttered words, the hedgehog-like creatures rolled over, their spiked backs facing up.
With enhanced dynamic vision, Han Qiwu could clearly see how these spikes punctured the ground as easily as stabbing tofu.
Razor-sharp!
