Bab 150: 149 Approaching

"What are those...?"

The glass of the car window reflected the gradually weakening sunlight of the late afternoon, and Miss Aryan's delicate, petite face, pasted against the glass, stared blankly at the giant insect figures receding into the distance.

Under the lead of Vehicle 1, everyone escaped safely.

However, an unknown confusion weighed on their hearts; nobody knew what exactly the monsters that had burrowed out of the ground were.

"Did the Bug Race undergo some kind of mutation?" Gregory's brows were tightly furrowed, his mood heavy.

Humanity had survived on this planet for thousands of years; there were almost no native creatures left completely unseen. Moreover, near the Bug Race's hives, whenever something entirely new appeared, it was almost certain to be related to the Bug Race; even if not the Bug Race itself, their genetic pollution undoubtedly had an influence.