"Click!"
The instant the collar snapped shut, the Insect Mother's body convulsed violently.
"What is this? Where has my power gone?"
The Insect Mother cried out in terror, her four compound eyes swiveling wildly.
But with Tara's psychic power suppressing her, she could not even struggle.
"Quiet."
Tara spoke flatly, tightening his psychic power slightly.
The Insect Mother's screech was forcibly cut off in her throat, leaving only faint tremulous sounds of fear.
Yan stood beside him and watched, one eyebrow lifting slightly.
The Insect Mother, with her peak third-generation beast body, had no chance even to fight back against Tara.
This was an opponent who had given even the Angel army considerable trouble during the Form War.
And now, she lay on the ground like a collared dog, unable even to lift her head.
Leng leaned toward Yan's ear and muttered under her breath, "Aren't that guy Qin Feng's subordinates a little ridiculously strong?"
Yan did not answer. She merely stared at Tara's consistently expressionless face for a few seconds, then turned her head, her gaze settling on the distant battlefield that the Shadowkhan had already brought completely under their control.
"The Insect Race has riddled this place with holes. Are you planning to make your new home here?"
Tara stood beside her, his golden slit pupils likewise sweeping over the devastated land. He fell silent for two seconds, then turned to look at her. "What would you suggest, Miss Yan?"
Yan thought for a moment, tapping her fingertips lightly against her arm twice.
"Wouldn't Fengxu Star in the Qingli System be a good choice? It's the Insect Race's main research base. Once you move there, you can take over their existing research equipment directly. The infrastructure is already in place, saving you from starting over."
"Fengxu Star..."
Tara