Before long, Prison Dragon landed on the lowest layer of land.
Dim light shrouded the sky above the land. There were cities and villages on the ground, and everything seemed normal. But as Prison Dragon swept over it, Elder Chan, Jiang Qingyue, and the others all looked grim. Even Gui Hou and Dragon Turtle fell silent.
This land was no land at all. It was hell.
The people on it weren't living; they were fleeing. The creatures hunting them resembled mantises. Some were strong, some weak: the stronger ones destroyed cities, while the weaker ones destroyed villages. Lu Yin and the others watched as the mantises toyed with the humans, hunting them down and killing only the last person in the fleeing group. They killed just one each time, allowing everyone ahead of the last person to flee as far as they could. As long as they weren't the last one, they wouldn't die.
This wasn't a massacre. It was a game—a survival game played with human lives.
The humans could fight back. Some could even kill the mantises, but every time they killed one, a stronger mantis would soon appear to continue the killing game.
Lu Yin and the others saw clearly that just beyond every human settlement, huge numbers of mantises waited eagerly to join in. They were thrilled to see one of their kind killed by humans, then rush in and slaughter humans themselves. Whether they were being killed or doing the killing, they were equally excited.
These giant beasts were disgusting.
Jiang Qingyue's gaze turned cold. Unable to hold back, she wiped out a batch of mantises, but there were simply too many of them—more than anyone could count.
The people below had no idea that so many mantises were waiting just beyond them to play