Lu Xi'an and Yao Wei kept retreating, and they both saw the look of despair in the eyes of the two Type A Neo-Humans as the massive swarm of black flying ants engulfed them.
The flying ants surrounded the three original people like a tide, surging and writhing, making it uncomfortable to watch.
In just a moment, the three proud Neo-Humans had nothing left, not even their bones.
Lu Xi'an and Yao Wei had already retreated far away.
It was unclear if the flying ants did not spot Lu Xi'an and Yao Wei because of the distance or if they were already full and no longer concerned with the remaining two people, as they hovered in place without flying towards them.
Lu Xi'an and Yao Wei sighed in relief, simultaneously stopping.
"So terrifying... If we got caught in that, I wonder if we'd make it out?"
Lu Xi'an, still shaken, said.
Yao Wei said, "We shouldn't take risks."
"I won't gamble with my life,"
