Bugs! Bugs! Bugs!!
The black cat tensed all over, his mind filled with images of those white, short-haired bugs rolling and writhing. Unless something unexpected happened, if that surging swarm flooded the campsite, Senior Colmar's underpowered three-person expedition team would not last a minute before being gnawed clean by those bugs.
Although Zheng Qing had never been bitten by Corpse Beetles, he had seen marching ants advancing on television—vast and unstoppable, turning every bit of organic matter in their path into nourishment for the swarm, leaving behind only bare stones and dirt. Though Corpse Beetles were not the same species as marching ants, they posed no less of a threat to the black cat.
If they caught up, he would definitely be eaten clean, leaving behind nothing but a pile of spotless bones!
Imagining a poisoned black cat lying swollen and limp amid the forest, its lifeless eyes staring at the sky while Corpse Beetles crawled all over its body, Zheng Qing shuddered involuntarily and ran even faster.
One step, two steps... A red bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind.
The black cat gradually slowed.
A strange feeling spread from the depths of his heart—Why am I so scared? The Mystic Realm's exit is right behind us, and there's even a defensive line nearby. We just need to retreat normally. Why was I imagining so many things just now? Why was I so afraid?
Then a question surfaced in his mind:
What had these bugs eaten to survive until now? Given the size of their colony, even the entire Silent Forest would have struggled to satisfy their appetites, let alone this underdeveloped Mystic Realm.
Besides, the appearance of that boundless swarm was too convenient. And the images of the swarm ravaging everything that had appeared in his mind,