Suddenly, something bizarre happened. The insects swarming around the man began to surge together at a visible speed, coalescing into one enormous mass that immediately caught the Vulture's attention.
The instant Zhang Aihua fired, the Vulture dove toward the massive swarm of insects. BANG! In a flash, the swarm dispersed, and the Vulture slammed headfirst into the snow, killing itself on impact.
The scene had unfolded too quickly, too suddenly, too bizarrely. Before Zhang Aihua could even process it, the man before him slowly raised his eyes. His hollow gaze was inhuman and utterly terrifying.
Zhang Aihua instinctively took a step back, tightening his grip on the gun in his hand.
But when the man's gaze fell upon the dead Vulture, his hollow eyes suddenly lit up with an earth-shattering joy. He dropped to his knees without warning, grabbed the still-warm bird, and began to savagely tear at it with his teeth, feathers and all, like a wild beast.
