65 This Is a Good Mosquito

The mosquito was really too big, such that one could see the hairs on its legs standing up like spikes. As it moved its wings, the wind blew, shaking all the trees in the vicinity. Wang Baole and the others felt as though there was a storm ahead of them.

The mosquito's proboscis was especially shocking, one seemingly so sharp that it could easily pierce through metal. As the mosquito flew closer, Wang Baole's eyes widened, and his brain seemed to explode; he was frightened to his limit.

It was the same for the men in black and the elder. All of them could not help but shiver, just like ants meeting an elephant. That indescribable feeling made everyone feel like they were going to break down.

It was such that they no longer dared chase after Wang Baole. Everyone stood rooted to the ground, not daring to move.