The moment he finished speaking.
A low, droning BUZZ suddenly filled the air.
Black beetles, each one to two meters long with a sprinkling of white spots on their backs, flew out from the darkness. Some rushed toward the spot where the Insect-man had fallen, while the rest swarmed the window from which the shots had been fired.
Seeing this, Han Ning spoke into his walkie-talkie. "The Insect-man's been hit and is falling. Everyone, help me track his location. I suspect he belongs to a humanoid race with some intelligence. Capturing him alive would be ideal; he'd be invaluable for our research into this world."
"One... two... three... four... In total, thirty black beetles are heading toward his fall location and your window. Stay safe."
"Copy that. Prioritizing the search for the Insect-man!" The voices of Liu Yueming and Lü Xiuning came through the walkie-talkie.
With that, Han Ning raised Silver Scale, aimed at a beetle flying straight toward him, and fired a single shot.
