The Mothmen's innate abilities didn't seem to be perfectly displayed at this moment, just because they met a Su Qin who had experience in fighting in the wilderness and jungle. As for jungle warfare, when Su Qin was facing a outnumbered enemy, adopting guerrilla tactics was obviously the best effect.

Su Qin, who could burst out to kill fourth-order powerhouses, obviously did not feel the slightest difficulty in facing these moth people, and Su Qin, who had never looked at them, would not be afraid of their legendary talent ability that could dementor the soul, and the moth people who had lost this ability were undoubtedly no different from other ordinary alien bodies in Su Qin's eyes.

It's just that maybe it was because he was in such a tense life-and-death combat environment, or maybe Su Qin hadn't thought of a deeper problem, and he ignored one problem, that is, he had never seen a single alien body even with a larger body around this moth people's settlement.

Where all aliens dare not approach easily, would the creatures there be so simple?

The answer is no.

As time slowly passed, the number of mothmen was far beyond Su Qin's imagination at this moment, and he was still very patient hiding under the jungle, looking for an opportunity to hunt down the mothmen, but there was a trace of anxiety in his heart.

He could feel the slight vibration on the ground telling him that there were at least a hundred mothmen now, and they were still increasing. This result made Su Qin very clear that even if he had a perfect prototype, his physical strength would become exhausted in this state, and then he would be killed by them.

Time continued to pass, and the battle continued, maybe two hours had passed, or maybe three, the mothmen who had died in Su Qin's hands had exceeded fifty, and after a few hours of jungle fighting, and Su Qin, who had also opened the state of the semi-perfect prototype, the consumption of physical strength was twice as much as usual, at this time, Su Qin really felt that the sense of crisis was constantly increasing, and he was reminded all the time that if he didn't find a chance to get out, he would die here.

Of course, Su Qin didn't want to die here like this, so he was still trying to keep an extremely clear mind, but now his physical consumption was too great, and the remaining one-third of the water source in his backpack had already been drunk by him, and compressed biscuits were now his only food, at this moment, he was holding a compressed biscuit in his hand, which looked like he was a little crazy and stuffed it into his mouth, and then his mouth seemed to be mechanically closing up and down, biting the biscuit open, staring at him and swallowing it hard.

The dry throat was now like it was being burned by fire, and the sharp pain brought out by the biscuit across his throat made the corners of Su Qin's mouth twitch fiercely, but he knew very well that now he continued to eat to replenish his excessive physical energy, but without a water source, he still looked extremely bad at this moment.

He gasped heavily, but softly, his body still lying on the damp ground, his left hand holding the ground, and his right hand clutching a rudimentary stick made by the Mothman, and the daggers he was carrying had fallen out of nowhere after countless fierce encounters during the hours of guerrilla warfare.

He lay there, listening carefully to the movements around him, and then his mouth was open, and he was breathing slowly and heavily, but every cloud of air poured into his lungs like a fire, burning his entire chest with painful convulsions.

But his eyes still looked bright, as bright as the stars of the old days, and it would make people think that even if he died now, his eyes might still remain as bright as they were.

It's a pair of eyes full of infinite magic.

The camouflage uniform that Su Qin is wearing now has many large and small wounds, and the strong recovery ability has allowed the wounds to recover, leaving only a trace of blood and the appearance of broken clothes, the sniper rifle behind him is still very firmly on his back, and the revolver on his waist is still firmly inserted in the holster, Su Qin, who is in this state now, knows very well that he can't use these two powerful weapons, which will only speed up his death even more.

Then he moved again, slowly moving forward like a snake. Then he climbed out less than ten meters like this, and in an instant, his body suddenly moved, and he retreated.

A sharp stick gun appeared from behind Su Qin's back, silently but stabbing at his waist like lightning, but fortunately, Su Qin's reaction was too fast and beyond ordinary people, so he dodged this shot. Rao is like this, the sharp sharpness of the stick gun still cut a bloody wound five centimeters long and two centimeters deep on Su Qin's waist.

The intense pain obviously stimulated every nerve in Su Qin, and then he gritted his teeth, and his figure rushed out in an instant. His speed was still fast at the beginning, but after a second, Su Qin's face began to change, and he found that he could no longer perfectly control his body at this moment, and every command sent out by his brain just now could not be perfectly executed, which could clearly tell him this cruel truth.

A touch of soreness and numbness from his waist and the growing sensation made Su Qin quickly know that he had been infected by some kind of toxin that could paralyze people's nerves by the stick gun that had just broken through his waist.

Then in Su Qin's sight, the silhouette and image of the moth man in front of him that were densely flashing in the jungle were already a little blurred, and his eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to have fallen into a few pieces of lead, and he just wanted to lie down on the ground, and fell into a deep sleep. It was just a moment of trance, Su Qin couldn't move anymore, and more than a dozen sharp stick guns were inserted horizontally one millimeter to one centimeter outside his outer skin, instantly sealing his movement space.

The next moment, Su Qin felt that he was being lifted, and then a tall figure slowly fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

"Hell, it turned out that this guy sneaked up on me." Then Su Qin smiled bitterly, the result of this kind of fate made Su Qin a little helpless, after all, he didn't expect that this already thin race would still have hundreds of numbers, and their combat ability may be far less than his own, but under the encirclement of many mothmen, two fists are invincible and four hands may be talking about himself.

It was just the change from a hunter to a prey that made Su Qin feel instinctively uncomfortable, so he still tried hard to open his eyes, and he saw the moth man with dark brown skin in front of him. This is a tall existence that is different from other moth people, with a huge body of more than two hundred and fifty centimeters, standing in front of Su Qin, like a small mountain, it will easily make people feel subconsciously depressed in their hearts.

It looked the same as the other mothmen, the same size, the same fur, the same scarlet eyes, the same thin head that seemed to be flattened, but it was wearing a black object like a king's crown, I couldn't tell what material it was made of, its two scarlet eyes were staring at Su Qin with a murderous mood, looking gloomy and chilling.

From the surrounding moth people, it looked like they were respectful, so that Su Qin instantly understood that this moth man meant that this was their leader.

Su Qin wanted to move his mouth to say a word, but he found that he had completely lost control of his body, and then he saw that the head of the mothman leader in front of him shook slightly but extremely quickly.

Then, a sound wave that was inaudible to the human ear instantly spread out from its body.

"You invaded my territory and killed my warriors, such a crime is unforgivable, I will send you to hell so that you can be reborn there." Although he couldn't hear a single sound, Su Qin, who was a little unconscious, still had a certain message from the air that made him understand the meaning of this mothman leader.

Then it took a step back, its scarlet pupils with a very human bloodlust and ferocity. The next moment, two mothmen stepped forward, raised the tip of the long sharp stick in their hand, aimed it at Su Qin's throat and heart, and then stabbed it suddenly.

Su Qin's heart jumped, but he still couldn't control his body, and could only watch as the two sticks and guns approached his body. He could even feel the ripples of the air that the tip of the stick had struck his skin as it stole through the air.

"Hey, just die in ......" The thought had just taken shape in Su Qin's somewhat confused thoughts, and then he seemed to hear a sound, and it was like two dull gunshots coming from behind.

Then he saw through the gap in his eyelids that drooped down, and saw that the thin heads of the two mothmen who were killing him exploded in an instant, and the strength of the two mothmen who were holding him was also released, and Su Qin, who had lost his support, easily fell to the ground, only the blood sprayed in the air scattered on his body without a drop, with a touch of hot heat.

"Heh, what a surprise to me, Su Qin, this seems very different from the scene I imagined to meet you." At the same moment, a cold voice with a hint of banter sounded.

And after Su Qin heard this voice, even when his thoughts were confused, he was subconsciously stunned for a moment, and then his expression became strange, and then he smiled bitterly.

Although every part of his body was now full of pain, and every nerve was almost paralyzed, which made his mind dull, he still heard this voice clearly, a voice that he could hardly forget.

He knew that a tough woman was coming.

I'm in trouble with him!