Lu Changsheng stepped forward, his expression grave. It was not that he lacked the courage to charge at Old Wang; rather, he knew he could not. There were far too many blank insects, swarming from all directions and flooding the street. There was simply no way to avoid them. 

Recently, Lu Changsheng had studied these insects extensively. They fed only on fresh blood and flesh, and their black shells were extremely sturdy, so much so that even a direct strike would fail to crush them. Their mouthparts were likewise hard and razor sharp, which meant that they could penetrate anyone's body, regardless of their physique. Even a Divine Strength martial artist would be in trouble if swarmed by these...