The dark clouds covered the sky, and the sound of thunder exploded.
The tall trees, dozens of meters high, made the already dim light even weaker. Beside the tree trunk, Huang Dao stopped in his tracks and looked up at the sky, a hint of resolve in his calm expression.
"Cough, cough, how many actors have we killed? Thirty-three or thirty-four?" A weak coughing sound came from the side.
"Don't speak, Insects Wake." Na Yun, wearing a black sleeveless shirt, shouted to his rear, where a pale-faced Insects Wake was lying.
Insects Wake's body was powerless, with a fist-sized hole in his chest. Around the edge of the hole, black mosquitoes were biting, and meanwhile, a green light flashed. Each flash of green light killed or injured most of the mosquitoes, but some always remained, and those remaining continued to devour flesh and breed endlessly.
The mosquitoes consuming his flesh and the green light healing his body were locked in a stalemate on Insects Wake's body.