Unwilling

In the mother nest of the Insect Race, the huge body of the broodmother kept squirming.

"Ah!"

A miserable scream echoed throughout the cave. All the insect demons were as silent as cicadas.

"Humans!"

That vicious voice stimulated the ears of these demons again and again, as if it was constantly reminding them what a hated enemy they were facing. If they could not eliminate this enemy, their survival would be meaningless.

They had failed twice. All the demons did not know what to do now.

In their original intelligence, this should be a very simple mission. Originally, they said that the black dragon was too cautious and was frightened by a few humans. However, from the looks of it, this human was not an ordinary human.

It was completely different from what they had expected. In their impression, humans were the weakest. They were a group of weak fellows who were unable to fight back at all.