"Dear, keep your mind calm. It's not like you to do things with emotion."
Malacai took a few deep breaths to calm down, but it only lasted for a moment before he quickly frowned, sensing a presence approaching quickly.
BOOM! His car exploded.
In the Sky, many humanoid creatures with black raven wings coming out from their backs were flying around.
One of them was holding a bazooka, and smoke was coming out from the barrel. It was clear he had just shot a rocket toward the car.
Each of them was wearing Kevlar armor covering their entire body except for the wings. Their heads were enclosed in some kind of gas mask with special goggles.
Compared to the rat clan, they had far fewer numbers, but each was a specialist. The raven clan was trained in three types: a bomber, carrying grenades, and a bazooka. This made their flight speed far slower, but the damage they could do was not to be underestimated.