Tianjing's face was solemn. If a single Mothman were to break into the city crowds, it would be like slicing through vegetables—all that would be left would be dead bodies everywhere, rivers of blood. Not to mention that there were over 120 of them. If they fled in different directions, the entire Hong Kong would instantly turn into a "large slaughterhouse." These Mothmen can't be harmed by ordinary weapons. By then, it wouldn't just be Hong Kong in danger; if they escaped into the deep mountains and forests, it would be like fish entering the sea, dragons soaring to the sky. It would be impossible to catch them.
But staying here, with just the two of them, even if they fought with their lives, it would be like trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm.
Ye Shikai's brain was racing. Was there any way to resolve the current predicament...
"Right, did you find anything in the potion room?" Ye Shikai suddenly asked.
