"Trying to run?!"
Before Xia Ping could make a move, the Great Elder beside him, Cecil, reached out with a massive hand. The void twisted, generating overwhelming spatial power that seemed to condense into a world of its own.
With a boom, the black bug was instantly seized and bound within a spatial cage. No matter how it struggled to break through, it could not escape the spatial prison.
"Damn it, it's a Puppet Bug!"
The faces of the Treant Race elders changed drastically. They stared in disbelief at the black bug suspended in midair, seemingly unable to believe that Fred, the patriarch of their Treant Race, had turned into a Puppet Bug.
Many Treant Race soldiers were dealt a crushing blow as well. They had been enraged that Xia Ping had killed their patriarch, but before their fury could truly rise, their patriarch had transformed into a Puppet Bug.
The turn of events had happened far too quickly.
"What is a Puppet Bug?"
Xia Ping looked questioningly at Elder Rich beside him.
"A Puppet Bug is a renowned assassination species among the Zerg. It excels at hiding deep within a corpse and controlling that corpse. No one can detect the changes at all—it appears no different from usual. Most terrifying of all, it can wield the corpse's original power."
Elder Rich's expression was grave. "It can be said that Puppet Bugs are an extremely terrifying kind of Zerg. They are masters of assassination and infiltration, formless and shadowless. Unless the corpse is killed, their true form cannot be discovered.
"The problem is, who would kill one of their own for no reason? That is why Puppet Bugs have become eerie creatures dreaded by countless races, their abilities comparable to those of the Illusion Race.
"However, while Puppet Bugs possess