On the Northern Domain battlefield, a biting, blood-tinged wind howled across the crimson-stained ice plains.
A massive, spined, Lord Level alien was locked in a fierce battle with a Human Race expert at the Peak of King Realm, wielding a giant Bone Blade the size of a door panel.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Every clash sent showers of ice shards and storms of Spiritual Power into the air.
This Lord Level alien had clearly entered a berserk frenzy. It failed to notice the inconspicuous little black dot that had appeared on its back.
It was Chu Sheng.
This seemingly harmless little mosquito was currently nestled comfortably within the alien's biological Armor, even finding the leisure to rub its front legs together.
Moments earlier, if faced with such a massive, walking, High-Level buffet, Chu Sheng would have whipped out his God-devouring Needle and taken a few hearty gulps without a second thought.
But right now, he wasn't taking a bite.
There was nothing to be done. He was stuffed.
