The Man in Tang suit had never imagined that his invincible black beetles would become someone else's food. He wasn't even sure whether the black beetles counted as living creatures in the true sense of the word. After all, they were a product of the sect.
But this guy in front of him... had actually eaten them alive.
"Quit standing there like an idiot! Think of something!" the burly Man in sportswear urged him anxiously.
As the light gradually faded, darkness surged in like a tide, and the two men lost sight of their opponent again. They could barely see anything beyond the immediate area around them.
One meter, or maybe two... Whatever the distance, it didn't matter much. It was too close. If their opponent attacked, by the time they saw his silhouette, it would already be too late.
Now that he had completely lost contact with the black beetles, the Man in Tang suit finally recognized the gap between himself and the nearby man. In the face of overwhelming strength, any struggle was futile.
This guy might not even be human anymore.
But he would never just sit around and wait to die. He had to escape—get out of here as fast and as far as possible, and never come back. Deputy minister, Night Watch, he didn't care about any of it anymore. Staying alive came first.
But if he tried to flee recklessly, he wouldn't get far. He needed someone to stay behind and buy him time.
"I've found his weakness. My beetles can counter him!" The Man in Tang suit's voice was hoarse, and he sounded entirely convincing.
Hearing the Man in Tang suit's words, the Man in sportswear, who had also been on the brink of despair, latched onto them like a drowning man clutching