The Insect Mother whipped her head around.
A burly, dark-red figure nearly two meters thirty tall stood nearby, clapping his hands slowly.
His golden slit pupils rested calmly on her, a faint hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.
Behind him stood three golden figures and nine Ghost Generals of various forms.
"As expected of a peak third-generation beast body. You dealt with one of my Shadow Eaters so easily."
Tara's voice was low and steady. "It seems I still underestimated you."
The small Shadow Eater turned and bowed slightly to Tara.
"Child, go outside and grow stronger."
At Tara's command, the Shadow Eater immediately slipped into the darkness beneath its feet to seek its next prey.
Watching this, the Insect Mother felt fury surge in her chest like lava.
Her gaze swept over Tara, passed the nine hideous-looking Ghost Generals, and finally settled on Yan and her two companions.
"Angels? So you were behind this!"
She did not recognize Tara and his companions, but she recognized Angels.
Angels were the enemies etched most vividly in her memory.
On the battlefields of the Form War, these bird people had reduced countless subjects of hers to ashes.
So she naturally took the Angels for the invaders.
At those words, Yan rolled her eyes speechlessly.
She stepped forward and folded her arms, her golden eyes fixed coldly on the Insect Mother.
"You disgusting worm, don't pin every filthy accusation on us Angels."
Her voice carried offended disgust. "We Angels have no interest in your Hundred Flowers Star System!"
The Insect Mother stared at her for two seconds, the green light in her compound eyes flickering uncertainly.
She clearly did not fully believe Yan, but the forces arrayed before her gave her no time to dwell on it.
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