It howled as it scrambled backward in retreat, embodying the very essence of a beaten dog.
Mid-air.
Meatball, looking for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack:...
It was aware of the repulsiveness of those blood-sucking worms and dared not hesitate, its poised body wrapped in a whirlwind, rushing rapidly towards the old man.
Meatball now had a body as large as a house.
Such a dive, with acceleration, was as oppressive as if someone were piloting an airplane for a suicidal crash.
The old man faced the Gang Wind-enveloped Meatball with no emotion.
These two beasts had attacked his farm repeatedly.
Did they really think he had no means to retain them?
Seeing Meatball's steel body about to hit the old man with the Gang Wind.
The old man slowly took off his black robe.
Underneath the black robe was a dense mass of squirming black dots.
Meatball suddenly sensed something amiss and tried to brake, but it was too late.
Boom~
Countless mosquitoes scattered and tore apart.
