Wang Wu was a little dumbfounded!
But his Danger Sense immediately caught a blood cloud some fifty-odd li away. Good lord, was that a torrential downpour? What the hell was that?!
Bird-type Demon Race, or—damn, mosquitoes!
Wang Wu shuddered and, without another word, pulled out the Mysterious Iron Shield hidden in his Storage Pouch.
Honestly, this thing had not been put to use since it was forged. But today, it truly opened his eyes.
What kind of mosquitoes were those? The largest were actually dozens of meters long, like Giant Eagles or Kunpeng!
Even the smallest mosquitoes were the size of human heads, densely packed beyond counting. Hundreds of millions? Billions? Tens or hundreds of billions?
"Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" Warning horns sounded from the fortresses behind them as flagship stores from every clan and faction joined in. This was no ordinary street brawl, nor some routine gang slaughter. This was a war between different species—no, it could even be called a war between different civilizations.
Only "civilizations" could describe it.
Lions and tigers, black bears and wild oxen, even wild boars, hedgehogs, rabbits, snakes, pheasants, eagles, and the like could still speak a common language.
Their lifestyles and cultivation environments were similar too. There were differences, but not enormous ones.
Mosquitoes alone were different. They truly sucked blood—whoever they caught, they sucked! Mortal Blood Demon Race or Ancient Blood Demon Race, they sucked them all without exception!
Wang Wu even felt that mosquitoes could not be counted as Demon Race. If humans and ordinary demons had to choose whom to team up with, they would absolutely share a common hatred for bloodsucking mosquitoes!
They even had common ground.
But damn it, in the dead of winter, with temperatures forty or fifty degrees below zero, how had these mosquitoes flown out?