Damien and Winston felt as if the scorpion beastmen were endless, that there was no end to killing them.

Irina was in the air and could see that in the places lit by the moonlight, more scorpions crawled out. It’d be weird if they could finish killing them.

The situation was precarious enough, but a gush of black spring shot up from the sand, frightening Irina.

Upon a closer look, she realized that it wasn’t spring, but more wild scorpions. There were so many of them that they piled together and resembled a spring.

The densely-packed black dots could kill someone with trypophobia. As the scorpions gushed out, a black...