Four hundred and forty-five, prove oneself.

The bats attacked like a blanket covering the sky, and Lu Hanmo signaled an action to everyone, who immediately rushed out like leopards.

Their daggers swung swiftly, like streaks of lightning in the night, continuously reaping the lives of those bats. These daggers had been specially forged for them by Lu Hanmo, who knew that cold weapons were far more practical than firearms when dealing with these creatures.

However, it wasn't long before the people noticed a problem—they seemed to be enveloped in a protective membrane that kept the bats at bay. Even as the bats desperately tried to close in, they couldn't fully reach the people, let alone bite them.

"Squeak, squeak!" Piercing cries constantly sounded in their ears as the number of dead bats on the ground increased.