An ice pick pierced firmly into the back of the female insect in the black cloak and went straight through his chest, but the insect holding the ice pick was not Miles Chu, but Mendel.
The still wriggling tentacles seemed to have suffered severe damage. Suddenly, they broke apart, shattering into pieces one by one and falling to the ground. The bloody night took the opportunity to dye everything around it red.
"Ahem..." The cloak was forced to the ground, and the true face of the female insect appeared in front of the insects present.
The brilliant silver hair was spread out, very long, so long that it could dance gracefully in the wind. A pair of blood-red eyes that looked like blooming roses were looking at the insect in front of them with some relief.
The mental power in Miles Chu's hands had long since transformed into silk threads to form a large net, with the intention of trapping the insect in it. He really had no intention of killing him.
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