Chen Mo had barely landed when he felt the sound of wind rushing in from behind. He quickly dropped forward, then spun around, pulled out the handgun at his waist, and fired several shots at the flying monster behind him.
Every shot struck the monster's head. It was only because they were so close that Chen Mo could shoot so accurately. Without Spiritual Sense assistance, and with the flying monster swaying around wildly, hitting its tiny eyes was extremely difficult.
Fortunately, even without using Spiritual Sense, Chen Mo's hand-eye coordination was exceptional. Thus, several shots landed near its tiny eyes, and the final shot hit directly, entering its eye. The flying monster was struck in the eye, its body suddenly dropping as it crashed toward Chen Mo on the ground. Seeing this, he swiftly dodged with a sideways roll. The monster slammed into the ground, struggled twice, and died.
Chen Mo's strength was what it was. Even without revealing it, he could easily evade the claws of these tiny flying Monsters. But for ordinary mercenaries, avoiding them was far more difficult!
Moreover, the Monsters' outer hides were as tough as cowhide. Bullets striking their bodies would bounce away. These people did not possess Chen Mo's coordination, so naturally, they could not hit the flying Monsters' eyes under such circumstances.
Thus, after two mercenaries were caught, the flying Monsters carried them toward the teardrop-shaped leather sacs atop the tower. The outcome was naturally obvious—the long spikes protruding from the Monsters' mouths were nothing good.
Although the mercenaries dragged inside could not be seen clearly due to the light and the cocoon's pouch-like outer layer, the bottom of the cocoon gradually turned brown beneath the illumination. It was easy enough to imagine what had happened.
Because of the great distance, they could