"——Only one left now."
The large moth captured by Zhu Qingyue had human-face patterns emerging on its body, symbolizing the fusion of sacrificed victims and monsters.
Xu Xiangyang stared at the photo in his hand, thinking:
"What will we encounter next?"
Four members of the Medium Squad, one a larva yet to grow, one turned into a human-faced spider, and another a gigantic moth.
Without dwelling on the question "Why are they all bugs?" the threat level presented by this group of evil spirits didn't seem very high at the moment.
The Moth Evil Spirit, capable of creating illusions, was already considered a rare type that Xu Xiangyang had encountered so far. After all, spirits with special abilities, aside from his two friends, were quite uncommon.
But such an illusion ability, incapable of harming the enemy, was still too insignificant and of little use in direct combat.