The words had barely been spoken when the ground began to shake violently. The fissure instantly widened, and a few enormous members of the Insect Race burst from the earth, their massive pincers and sharp claws glinting coldly.
"They're here!"
Bai Lin warned while monitoring his equipment, "There are five of them, with possibly more underground!"
"Only five? That's not enough!"
Sun Yang cracked his knuckles, his Pulse Gun already warming up. "Watch me take them out!"
"Cut the chatter and get to it!"
Li Chang'an swung the Saw Chain Sword in his hand, aiming straight for one of the Insect Race's heads. The sharp teeth bit in instantly, producing a piercing, metallic screech.
"Han Ruoxi, support!"
he shouted as he struck.
"On it!"
