The mutant antbeast reappeared in the eyes of the two men in pursuit.

Short-range antbeasts with swarthy carapaces, long-range antbeasts with sharp mouthparts, and several antbeasts that had not shown their faces before all appeared.

Some are large, with thick carapaces with metallic sheen.

Some are as small as fists, but their slender bodies are extremely flexible.

There is also a mutant antbeast with huge membranous wings that also appears to be capable of flight.

Surrounded by a group of large antbeasts with blade-like legs, there is also a strange antbeast whose face cannot be seen clearly.

Looking at this dense crowd of mutant ant beasts, whether it was Yevre who was surprised or the embarrassed captain of the bad demon, they all stopped in unison.

Yevre, who had fulfilled his wishes, looked at the group of ant beasts who had pinned their hopes on escape, but began to scratch his head.

How can we provoke a fight between the two sides, and how can we get out?

If you don't operate properly, you have to face a bad situation of having a pack of wolves in front and a tiger in the back.

Pressed for time, Yevre's little head began to run rapidly, and he kept thinking.

In his thoughts, he unconsciously touched the egg-shaped object that was still in his hand, but a flash of inspiration flashed, and a plan that was not too mature came to mind.

Jevre suddenly turned around and confronted the Bad Demon Captain.

He had stopped his pursuit, and was hesitating whether to continue to recover the treasure that had paid a huge price for it, or to leave before the ant-beast encirclement was completely closed, when he suddenly saw a strange scene.

A small thing flew straight out of the cub's hand and flew towards him.

The Bad Demon Captain subconsciously dodged away.

When I waited for the thing to hit the ground and looked down carefully, I found that it was actually an object that made me pay a huge price.

It's hard to describe the feeling of being lost and regained.

Quickly leaning down, with the only remaining right hand, shoved the egg-shaped object into the tattered leather armor on his chest.

patted it vigorously, and was ready to pick up the knife and leave for a while.

As for the weak cub who stole the treasure, who knows if he will survive under the siege of ant beasts!

You can't put yourself in danger, you should give up what you should go.

The Captain of the Bad Demons, who is very rational in his thoughts and has become very agile in his movements, finds that the mutant ant beast swarm is about to surround him.

As for Yevre, who was in trouble, he watched this scene quietly, and his heart was complicated.

Although he may be the culprit for attracting the mutant antbeast, this heavy price has also deeply hurt Yevre's greedy little heart.

The ant-beast colony began to close, and most of them rushed towards the Captain of the Bad Demons, who was ready to fight.

There were still a large number of mutant antbeasts left, and at the same time they began to attack the stunned Yevre.

The close-range antbeast was rushing, and the large pincers, sturdy jaws, and strong bad breath caught Yevre off guard.

A corrosive liquid as dense as a light rain also fell from the sky, splattering a large area around Yevre's body, and it was so cruel that even his own kind were spared.

The new dagger in the right hand, like fangs, attacked fiercely, bringing up the afterimage of the Dao.

Pierced the ant beast that was close to him, and twisted it to bring out strands of body fluid.

Unable to avoid the dense corrosive liquid, he shrunk his small body and tried to avoid the vital point with the help of the torso of the antbeast on his side.

Yevre, who lacked combat experience, naively dealt with the large swarms of antbeasts, struggling with all means.

It's a pity that the strength of just the Mortal Rank Initial Realm is so pale and powerless at this moment.

Although he has tried to avoid the vital parts, the scars continue to increase.

Occasionally, I was stroked by the big pincers of the ant beast, kissed affectionately by the big jaw, and gently washed by the corrosive liquid.

Pale blue blood flowed, and the defenseless skin was wounded in patches before falling silently.

Yevre was gasping deeply, his hands wrestling with the antbeasts, tired from the excessive dancing.

The explosive thighs also began to become sore, and gradually became slow and stiff because of the constant movement.

Only the dagger that was accidentally obtained was still extremely sharp, easily piercing through the carapace of the antbeast.

It's a pity that Yevre, who has been submerged in the tide of mutant ants, is like a boat in the stormy waves, struggling desperately.

Perhaps, the next moment will be the end, and the boat of life will also be overturned.

Jevre was desperate, and at the same time he thought strangely about inexplicable questions.

How did those strong men who can always see the six ways and hear the eight directions in the non-stop battle do it?

Why is he always blocked by the antbeasts that keep pounced, why is he always unable to defend himself against attacks from all directions?

The back, in particular, is about to become the hardest hit area.

The small package on the back had long been broken by the insidious ant beast, and more than a dozen carapaces were scattered all over the ground.

Yevre, who lacked experience in large-scale combat, also gradually grew up in this non-stop attack.

In the face of the antbeast's physical attack, try to dodge if you can. Even if you can't avoid it, try to avoid the vital parts and use the rough skin and thick flesh to deal with it.

As for corrosive liquid attacks, after all, there are only a limited number of them, and it is impossible to perform area attacks all the time.

When the corrosive liquid begins to become sparse, those who can easily dodge dodge dodge, and if they can't dodge, use the corpse of the short-range antbeast as a shield to reduce their size and reduce the chance of injury.

Time passed little by little, and the corpses of the short-range antbeasts were slowly accumulating, and they were about to drown Yevre.

Yevre had no energy to observe the situation on the side of the Captain of the Bad Demon, so he could only passively continue to resist the continuous attacks of the antbeasts.

The situation gets worse and worse as the injuries continue.

The arms are numb, the steps are stagnant, and the eyes are wandering.

The nerves that have been tense seem to be about to be broken.

The physical strength is exhausted, but there is no time to replenish it with food.

Even if there is a mountain of corpses in front of him, he doesn't have time to take a few bites.

In the eyes of Yevre, who was usually short of food, it must have been a happy annoyance.

No wonder even if the strength of insects is not high, everyone avoids them when they talk about insect tides, such as smelling poisonous scorpions.

It turns out that many ants can really bite the demon clan.

What's more, the little cowardly demon is only a cannon fodder-like existence in the demon clan.

And Yevre is only the object of abuse among the little cowards, and he is simply the lowest level of the food chain.

The battle can't continue like this, the number of mutant antbeasts seems to have no bottom line, and even the antbeasts that have been attacking are only two kinds.

If it weren't for the Captain of the Bad Demon to bear the attack of the main ant beast tide, Yevre's precarious defense line would have been broken long ago.

However, in the midst of a dire situation, there is no good news.

As the corpses piled up, Yevre was getting narrower and narrower, but he was also less able to attack.

The main thing is the attack of the crazy antbeast that pounces overhead.

It seems that I can finally get a little respite.

Suddenly, Jevre, who was about to be exhausted, seemed to remember some details, important details that had been overlooked.

Although mutant antbeasts should be able to dig and burrow, they have never seen passages or burrows that antbeasts actively dig.

The areas of stopover, assembly and passage all seem to be the terrain that exists in itself.

Moreover, none of the several mutant ant beasts currently seen are particularly suitable for digging and burrowing.

Yevre, who was cheerful in his heart, seemed to have found a way to live.

Although he is also not good at digging caves quickly, the sharpness of this new dagger is really extraordinary.

Although the dagger is short, it can deal with the gravel floor, which can only be regarded as ordinary hardness, and it should be effortless.

The only problem that bothers Jevre now is how to find the time to dig.

If there is no buffer time, all assumptions are the moon in the mirror, nonsense.

Perhaps it would be feasible to find an opportunity to make a small movement in the ring-shaped hillock formed by the antbeast's body.

The opportunity is fleeting and must be carefully watched and waited.

Maybe interrupt the rhythm of the antbeast's attack a little, and it will be possible to wait for the opportunity.