At his words, the faces of all the prisoners present filled with terror. They stopped tormenting Mike and stared at the gun in Shen Feng's hand.
They seemed to hesitate, unsure whether they should run.
"S-Sir... you have to run! The monsters are coming! If you stay here, you'll be eaten..." one prisoner said to Shen Feng, his face a mask of terror.
Another man beside him muttered, "How did those monsters get here? Isn't this place off-limits to them?"
"What monsters?" Shen Feng asked, his brow furrowed.
The dozen or so fleeing prisoners were now very close. Suddenly, from the shadow behind the man in the rear, something covered in legs like an octopus shot out. Its entire body glistened with a metallic sheen as it pounced on the last prisoner in the line!
"AHHH—Get off! Get the hell off me!" the prisoner shrieked, as if facing the most terrifying thing imaginable. He desperately reached back, trying to rip the creature from his back.
