Insects! Insects! Insects!!
The Black Cat's body tensed up; its mind was filled with images of insects with bodies covered in white fur writhing and tumbling. Without any surprise, if that overwhelming swarm of insects were to flood this camp, Sister Korma's low-equipped three-member expedition team wouldn't last a minute before being cleanly devoured by those insects.
Though Zheng Qing had never been bitten by a carrion beetle, he had seen the scenes of army ants marching on TV—vast and unstoppable, any organic matter in their path reduced to nourishment for the swarm, leaving nothing but bare stones and soil. While carrion beetles were not the same species as army ants, the sense of threat they posed to the Black Cat was no less intense.
If they caught up, he would surely be eaten clean, leaving only a pile of picked-clean bones!