Wuyin Village, in front of the Su Family's Old Mansion.
The morning sun cast a golden glow, as hundreds of members of the Hunting Group stood in neat formation, their armor bright, weapons gleaming, creating an aura of solemnity and magnificence that shot straight to the sky.
Su Lin met the inquisitive gazes of everyone with composure, placed two fingers to his lips, and blew a sharp whistle that pierced through the clouds!
"Whew—!"
As the whistle faded, a dense and ominous buzzing suddenly erupted from within the courtyard of the Su Family's Old Mansion!
Following swiftly, cold metallic figures shot forth!
Thirty of them!
A full thirty!
Their whole bodies covered in yellow and black metal shells, compound eyes shining with inorganic red light, two pairs of transparent membrane wings vibrating at high speed, emitting a slight hum.
The most alarming was their pair of sharp stingers, like knight's lances, shimmering with a cold gleam!
