Even He Zhanyin was dripping large beads of cold sweat from his forehead.
If it were just one or two, he wouldn't be afraid.
But so many, how to deal with them?
He can only hope that the ancestral powder on him could be effective against them.
In order to prevent them from approaching and attacking.
Of course, at such a moment, he didn't place all his hopes on the powder, nor did he just wait for death.
The gun in his hand emitted a loud sound.
Indeed, he fired a shot!
Hoping to scare these insects away.
But the gunshot was completely useless.
And it only further stimulated these insects.
Lin Xi, who had been at the front the whole time, remained incredibly calm.
But at this moment, He Zhanyin and Gambler Nine had no time or energy to pay attention.
They both felt doomed!
This place is simply not fit for human survival.
Or rather, what the heck kind of place is this!
On their journey, in less than half an hour.
