Among them, the biggest was of the size of a fist, while the smallest was of the size of a walnut. One by one, they charged forward like waves of the tide.
"They're carrion beetles..." Jurnee raised her right hand and fired several shots.
The bodies of those insects were not hard and impenetrable. One bullet was enough to c***k and split them into pieces, but in the face of thousands of them, it seemed that her pistol was useless.
"Don't fight. Let's run." Jacob retracted Shura, then dragged Jurnee by her wrist and turned to escape.
What a joke. There were at least a million such parasites. How many bullets could Jurnee shoot? Even the strongest man with extraordinary abilities was left with no choice but to turn around and run for his life. Was Jurnee scared silly?
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